The Amazing Antoinette Available at Spinetingler Magazine
He walked towards me, boots crunching fresh snow. I
“I just quit my job.” I don’t know why I said it; words tumbled from my mouth.
“Pain,” he stood above, an eclipse of man. “It’s everything. Pain is real. It’s the only thing on this earth that you can’t see but always know is there.”
Light from somewhere, maybe the snow, maybe God, lit the whites of his eyes, opaque sideways bullets against blackness. Before long he’d beat his way through my skull. Read More Here (FOR FREE!)
