Twisted Tales

He looked at the unconscious man in front of him, not sure whether to sneer or not. He tasted blood in his mouth, and drew a tissue from his pocket, dabbing his mouth gingerly. He tilted his head at the sight and put the tissue back in his pocket. When he got home and washed his face, carefully inspecting his lip and drying himself. In his room, he took the nearest available texta- a blue highlighter- and unfolded the tissue in his pocket.
"MORTAL" he wrote in the corner, folding it again and putting it away.
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2 thoughts on “Twisted Tales

  1. Korelee says:

    Things get more confusing as days go on… will John’s posts ever have a seeming point/purpose/human acknowledgement ever again?

  2. Georgie says:

    I agree with Korelee

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