55 Fiction Fridays
Tony liked the hunt: stalking the prey, enticing them, and then the kill. But Tony rarely got prey. Even with the best clothes and sexy cologne. Tony never knew his hair was ratty, his face ugly, his smile an arrogant smirk. For, you see, vampires can't see reflections. Mirrors were useless to poor, unattractive Tony.(eh, its not much...I was uninspired this week.)
POLT
Listening to "Smack My Bitch Up" by The Prodigy
1 comment:
That WOULD make it tough to monitor your looks!
Sorry Im so late.
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