It slithered through the crowd, making its way towards its
intended target. Its drilling, green eyes watched her as she took in the scene,
sitting with her friends. It couldn’t help smiling—knowing what was to come.
How could he help it? When he got there how could she help it? The event wasn’t
for her, as it well should be. He knew what quick work tonight would be. A
small drop, and perhaps one pinch of eavesdropping, and she would be his. Fully
taken over by the desire that this should have been hers.
It raised its ugly
head.
Oooh, this is good. Love the title.
ReplyDeletenice! especially like the selfish and menacing pov!
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