Feb 19, 2023
for the three-sentence microfic: two characters of your choice waiting for a train
“You’re waiting for a train.”
She doesn’t move from the chair, but in an instant, her senses are flooded, the scent – so thick in the air as to be palpable as a taste – of gore coating her airways, her tongue, her teeth, and the bitter chill of night air biting at her skin like a knife – like a scalpel, and she wants to scream aloud, but she can’t, won’t.
Across from her, Elias watches her with the interested disinterest of a house cat, the blinding flash of antifreeze blue faded from his eyes already – or had it never happened? – leaving them same dull slate as his suit, as the worn spoon he used to stir his tea, “I think you’d best be going, don’t you?”
