Prickly Rage

When he arrived at her house, he saw him hug her on her porch.

He felt a hot burning sensation rise from his core, take a hold of him and fire up his cheeks, overpowering his mind, and causing his limbs to tremble and twitch, making him feel weak.

This is an excerpt of  Jordan, the short story, I published on Mug’s Tale yesterday. It is the 4th passage I am sharing with you. (excerpt #1excerpt #2, excerpt #3)

Click here to read the whole story. 

If you are into crime fiction and keen on jumping into a killer’s twisted mind, have a read and let me know what you think.:)



Featured image – a blue thistle captured on my run, in Oze, France, on August 1st, 2016 with an iPhone 5C, HDR settings.



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