The Taste Of Your Hearts...
starter for @susans-weird-blog
“Heya, Susan?” Enoch called her on a beautiful orange evening one day. “C-Can we cancel our, uh, little thing tonight? I can’t meet up. Sorry. Can we do it tomorrow?” His breath hitched for a moment. Over the phone, Susan would be able to hear a loud crash sound.
“Sorry for calling at the last minute. But, but, I’m kinda busy right now and I don’t h-have much--”
Then there was an abrupt female scream that cut through the audio of the phone without hesitance.
The call ended.
















