Painmaker

Posted: April 6, 2014 in Flash Fiction, Horror

There was a storm inside her so he cut it open to let it out. Clouds gathered like clenching fists, bursting with red rain. The wind sang a song of destruction and the city obeyed. The faithful came out to catch the crimson drops on their tongues.

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