The black wraith drifted to a halt in front of her. With wicked speed, sharp claws pierced her shoulder, finding purchase in the muscle.
She gasped from the pain.
Wrong again 496, it rasped.
Again? She thought. Wha- Her thought ended abruptly as her head was mercilessly wrenched to the side.
Falling, darkness filled her vision.
She woke; laying on a table in a dimly lit room. Bright red in her vision brought her gaze to her lapel… 497.
An unseen receiver in the room crackled to life, startling her.
“Okay, let’s try this again 497.”
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Ray
Everyone has a train of thought; all going on their own tracks. Meanwhile, my train has no tracks & no stations to pull into. Come enjoy the adventure! Where there are twists, turns & sudden drops while I make sense of what we call life.
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