Aaron Frale

The Signal

The intruder squeezed the chain of the locket around Jayce’s neck, leaving a heart-shaped imprint. She flailed for anything that would help, and her hand came in contact with the knitting needle that had defined most of her adult life. She thrust it backward, heard the crunch, and felt the warm blood splatter on her skin. She turned around to see a man in a grey suit holding his neck while his life force gushed from his body.