photo Silver Leather Heels by Housing Works Thrift Shop, flickr
Broken-down bar doll, middle-aged, desperate, faded beauty.
"Hi," his crooked smile the bait. "A kiss for your soul," he said, black wings unfurling, claw wending round her, almost met his quota.
"A sluagh!" she exclaimed.
He took her in dark flight.
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Sibyl's Microhorror
HorrorEach 50 word chapter is based on a prompt word provided by Inktober 2019 Writer Edition. Bite sized dark horror every day til Halloween. Enjoy, ya ghouls!
