[ @cerebralis ]
Shekti hummed softly to herself, in rhythm with the knife moving up and down. Bits of vegetables fell to either side, ready to be thrown into a pot for stew. It was rare that she mustered the energy to cook herself a decent meal, but today was a good day. She didn’t know why, she just knew something good was going to happen.
Her musings were answered when her phone began buzzing in her back pocket. She frowned at the unfamiliar number, lifting it to her ear. “Hello?” She couldn’t help the suspicion in her voice. No one called her except the few supernatural contacts she had set in place, and their numbers were saved to her phone. “Who is this?”











