Political Puppet

Lombard barked a short laugh, stepping off his box and running a hand over his puppet case.

“Not like any other. Which you may discover soon enough.”

“I’ve had enough of this.” Jason turned to leave, more frightened than he cared to admit.

“What if you could know anything, Jason?” Lombard called after him. “Shall I tell you next week’s lottery numbers? Which horse will come in first?” He laughed; a harsh, unpleasant sound. His voice became a snarl. “Shall I tell you the name of your firstborn child, or of the drunk driver that kills him?”

Jason turned back, his limbs feeling light with the adrenaline pumping through him. The crowd seemed bigger than before, their expressions watchful. Predatory. Lombard stepped forward

“Should I tell you which of these people will be the one to tear your head from your shoulders?”





About me

This is me: home-writer, book-reader, dog-lover and occasional poet. I make this website to share my and my friends texts with You, dear Reader. Please: read carefully, don't be scary, upgrade your mood and be king and leave your comment. :)