The cry of the bat deafens me, but not so much that it nor the fever it induced can stop me from writing these truths. The shooting of Jeremiah was dreadful in every sense.  The shooting of Angelique?  A necessity.  After doing so, she hurled a curse upon me, claiming that anyone I loved would perish. The only person I saw perish was Angelique. But it was then that a bat, larger than any I’ve seen, attacked me viciously.  My resulting delirium faded and, although the wounds remained on me, Angelique survived the blast of the pistol.  And now she claims to want to help me?  Despite my fever, nothing can induce me to stay; and that person certainly is not Angelique.  She attempted to deduce Josette’s location, but failed.  My condition renders me incapable of travel, and through it all, the maddening screech of the bat.



2 Comments on “406”

  1. mrsgreenhands May 28, 2013 at 9:27 pm #

    Reblogged this on Mrsgreenhands’s Weblog.

  2. mrsgreenhands May 28, 2013 at 9:27 pm #

    Eerie the way you described the scream of the bat ….

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