Fantasy Drabble #194 “Scorned”

Clouds roiled within the glass sphere, rapidly changing from white to blue, to blood-red, and fading back to white. Soon she could pick out shapes, outlined figures, featureless faces. She tried to be patient: they would resolve themselves soon enough.

And then he was there, his voice coming through now even before his expression became clear. His soothing, seductive tones were familiar. The girl she did not recognize, but it didn’t matter: she could bear no ill-will, plot no revenge against another of his victims.

She let the image of their superimposed bodies blur and die. Time for the curse.

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