A Deal And A HandshakeA Deal And A Handshake in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Snapping awake in the dead of night, I hear him. He's calling to me again but the tone has changed. What a wonderful voice; soft and melodious like a song. Its not even real. Its in my mind.
Nonetheless, I go to him. After looking into the abyss for too long, something has finally returned my gaze.
Still partly in a dream state, a small scared voice screaming in protest, I dress quickly and leave out the back door with the distinct feeling that I'll never return again, at least not the same.
A colossal force is shifting on my behalf. Its cold intellect throbs like clockwork in my skull.
The wind is breathless with anticipation and sentinel oaks and other trees are like ink paintings against the icy sky. I don't know why I'm listening. It is a bad thing to do. The old me wouldn't approve. But its...so wonderful. Surely something that puts off such soothing vibes doesn't deserve