Blood, spelling out a hastily scrawled curse or warning:
“IF YOU CONTINUE, YOU WON’T SEE THE END.
IF YOU WRITE IT, IT WILL NEVER BE READ.
IF YOU TELL THE STORY, NO ON WILL LISTEN.”
And blood scrawling away to nothing.
A moment to pause and gasp.
And the voice of Constantine rises within.
“You want to fuck with me? I’ll bloody choke you, mate.”
Leave a Reply