It was aged, and roughened from what I'm sure it once was, but it was beautiful, that voice, and she was beautiful, and again, I felt that envy. But there was more to it now, some strange, hidden note to our interaction. The way she moved, the way she looked at me. The way she looked. So similar to Richard, somehow. If he'd been born a redheaded woman. It made me weary but so curious about her, suddenly so interested in having her for my friend. She was terrifying, and erotic, and funny, and she got me up to dance.
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The Delilah 100
Mystery / ThrillerWhat would you do if you loved a killer? What would it take for you to get to a place of acceptance? You're meeting Richard week by week, but first, meet his Muse. Explore our ill-fated heroine in The Delilah 100: 100 words, 100 stories, 100 days. A...
