Purple time
She came out the concrete floor again, digging her way through. I was ready, I ran between the stacks of barrels and avoided her lunge.
As she followed, her nails scraped the barrels and threw out purple sparks. I knew that after, nothing would be there but if I’d let those sparks touch me I would hurt a lot.
I reached the end of the row and stopped, turning myself and standing on the spot.
Maybe I could just let her end this. Maybe that’s what it was, to end my life gasping for air, just like my little brother had died when we were little. When I was supposed to take care of him, when I was old enough to be left in charge of him. When I let him die in the flood.
The Erinyes came closer, but slowed down, even in her dreamy movement, and looked me in the eyes. Hers were gle
