"Thunder," as he spoke his gaze wandered.
I inhaled sharply, impatiently, "What did she look like." Third time the vigilante blindsided everyone, killed someone, and disappeared. All I could only gather she was an average height female. "What color of hair?"
He shifted "I don't know... she wore a hood. Didn't even see her coming, like thunder. The dead man came walking through the door and then she was there. From nothing to there. You felt the room charge. Her words resonated low and deep. Rattled you like thunder." He shuttered, terrified.
"What did she say?"...
"mal'ak ha-mashḥit rages"
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Maili Paul
I'm autistic. I'm differently abled. I'm a mom of 4 boys and 1 girl. I'm work from home. I'm happily married. I like blue and yellow, particularly together.
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She seemed to float across the floor. Thin, tall, with a sharp face. Reaching his desk, she slammed the paper down. He skimmed it. A sarcastic chuckle accompanied his statement of disbelief. She just stared, unabashed. I barely caught the ghosts of self-doubt and insecurity. She had bottled those up, not allowing the weakness to show, not today.
By Maili Paul3 years ago in Fiction
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