100 Words: Lights Out

“Now,” she said, grinning, moving towards her prey, reaching for him with her actual fists. “I don’t got fucking time to be delicate, so I’ma ask you some questions, n’I’m only gonna ask once. Get me?”

The faintly gurgled response sounded like a yes.

“Who’s yer boss?”

“Me,” came a smooth voice from behind her.

She loosed her hold, whirling around in the blackness to face the other direction. “Listen, asshole. Can we just turn on the fucking lights?”

“Ah, Ms. Jones, but they are,” was the answer.

Dread poured icewater down her spine.

“They have been, the whole while.”

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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3 Responses to 100 Words: Lights Out

  1. Abbie says:

    Ha! cool. Imagine her surprise! She’s in shit up to her eyeballs, and she can’t see a thing. Always a great sign. So glad you wrote on this again.

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