Hell hath no Fury…

The dark amber of the whiskey shook restlessly in her bruised arm. Swollen orbs with a new placid look stared.

“Tired, darlin?”

He was motionless, and his eyes were fixed in a kind of dazed horror. She noticed a slight muscle twitch near the corner of his right eye, but soon it too stopped.


Liam O’Hare

  • http://www.austinbriggs.com Austin Briggs

    This is a brilliant episode, I love all the questions it leaves unanswered. I liked the interplay of their glances, and the sounds of whiskey splashing in her glass. 

    Nice skill to hook a reader like that. 

  • Ed Conway

    Nice story…made me think of things long forgotten.