Scars
I subconsciously ordered another firewhisky when there was the scrape of a chair on the floor and a body sat down gracefully across from me. I squinted through my blurred vision and platinum blonde hair caught my eye.
The length caused me to sober up in an instant. My vision focused and as soon as it did, I wish it hadn’t.
“Mr. Potter, I’m here to collect what is due to me.”
My scrambled thoughts wouldn’t slow to permit me access to what she was referring to. She just stared down her nose at me, a nose that her son had, that rested just above lips thinner than his, but still the same shade of pink. I saw a figure out of the corner of my eye, my waitress bringing me my next drink.
“He’s finished for the evening; I hope this covers what he owes.”
She tossed a small bag onto the table that jingled as it landed. She swiftly, but smoothly stood up and offered her hand for me to take. I stumbled to my feet and the moment her arm latched through mine, my thoughts stopped—I remembered what I owed her—my life.
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entry piece for Finish off the Drarry Story by Tickle My Tractor.
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The length caused me to sober up in an instant. My vision focused and as soon as it did, I wish it hadn’t.
“Mr. Potter, I’m here to collect what is due to me.”
My scrambled thoughts wouldn’t slow to permit me access to what she was referring to. She just stared down her nose at me, a nose that her son had, that rested just above lips thinner than his, but still the same shade of pink. I saw a figure out of the corner of my eye, my waitress bringing me my next drink.
“He’s finished for the evening; I hope this covers what he owes.”
She tossed a small bag onto the table that jingled as it landed. She swiftly, but smoothly stood up and offered her hand for me to take. I stumbled to my feet and the moment her arm latched through mine, my thoughts stopped—I remembered what I owed her—my life.
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entry piece for Finish off the Drarry Story by Tickle My Tractor.
word count:
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Empty Threat.
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Fulfilled.
wc: 2484