I blame Chris Musgrave for this post. Hunt him down if it’s too much for you to handle and you need to vent your anger on someone. ehehehe.
****Warning: May cause your heart to explode and make you want to tear your hair out.****
The fog curled around her legs like a cat begging for attention. She glanced up at the neon sign glowing in the dim alley, and a smile crossed her lips making the scar bisecting them pinch and tingle. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the cigarette to the ground. Tonight, that bastard would pay for what he’d done.
That’s all you get. Chris dared me to put a one sentence teaser, but I gave you a paragraph. Do you want me to continue this one next week? If so, then tell me…who is she looking for? (There’s no right or wrong answer here, I want your input to give me a direction for the story.)