A Debt to Die For
I promised my mother. Promised myself. I wanted to stop. But the voice.
It purrs in my head.
Without planning, I find myself back here. Why don’t they know I’ll come?
Three exit the train. My eyes lock on one. He walks beneath the lone streetlight, but it gives way.
My heart doesn’t race anymore. That thrill ended. But the voice growls like a lion inside my head, louder until I can no longer ignore it.
He turns the corner, slips by, a whisker away from me. It’s Frain. Guy who cheated off me in high school twenty-two years ago. Not the first time I’ve stalked him here. But it’s the last.
I never forgive. I hope he does.
I kiss my katana.
Prey for me.
A katana, in case you’re wondering, is a samurai sword. You’re getting the definition easy. I found out the hard way. The letter L brings us back to more fun. Unless you’re me, of course, where fun doesn’t show up until May. Thursday’s weapon sounds like it might be …
- Lead pipe