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Wraith's Wrath

Wraith was lying on the ground looking up at the sky; she could hear the sounds of the city about her but she focused on the clear blue sky above. A shadow fell over her body and she still kept her eyes focused on the sky.


No answer.


Still no answer.

"Are you ever going to answer?"

She remained silent, looking up at the sky.

"Are you planning on doing something about it?"

She didn't bother to answer.

"Fine," the other said. "Be that way. I'll be back on Thursday to see if it's done."

There was the slamming of a door.

She sat up on the blanket and glanced around; she had been sunning herself on a beach towel. She reached for some more sun tan lotion to add another layer to her skin. She adjusted the Foster Grants and prepared to lay back down on the towel.

Damn, she thought. 

She really didn't feel like talking to anyone at the moment, she thought she'd figure it out with a good ol' suntanning session. Her cellphone rang and she didn't answer it.

She wasn't in the mood to say anything for fear that if she did she'd go off like a depth charge, all out and ready to sink anyone in her path.

She knew she had anger issues and was trying to deal with it in her own way.

She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a soda from the fridge. She pulled the tab and guzzled about 1/4 of the beverage before putting it down. She walked over to the laptop and punched her password into it and plopped down in front of it. 

"Wraith's Wrath"
by Wednesday Wraith


Was what it showed.

Her editor was hounding her for the next instalment of the Diner of Hope series but she was having no such luck with formulating a story. She let out a huge sigh...