The Substitute
Curiosity Kills
The Red lady was late to class but that was the least of my worries. Her Royal Purple robes first caught my eye, they were anything but normal.
She gripped her cane tight, an oversized cart behind her.
"It's a Treasure Chest. Take your pick, there's something for everyone; Riches to your hearts content, but you must behave."
"Should be easy," I felt myself whisper.
"Go on, choose wisely...don't want to mess up..." she hissed in my ear.
I gulped sticking my hand in until I felt something sharp prick my finger.
A smile curled deviously on her lips.
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K.H. Obergfoll
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Comments (2)
Sinister and lovely. Two things though, I think you meant choose not chose, and just kind of curious why you went with Red lady, capital R. Is there significance to this?
Nice one