No Answers, Just Options

Avatar Author: gafroel I used to be Mr.Gabriel but I wanted to start fresh as I've done a lot of growing since the last time I was here. Anyways: Writer, AfroLatino, Social Justice Warrior (as they say), and all around positive person who en... Read Bio

“What do I have to do, Ross? How do I get out of this?” I asked the wise old man. His wife came back with some freshly brewed tea and handed me a cup. I scooted up in my seat and leaned forward, “I can’t help the cravings. I’m sick of being this monster—this thing.”

“I’m sorry—” Ross took a sip and looked at his wife.

“The curse cannot be undone—your family fucked up and you’re paying the price.” Diana laughed and took a sip in unison with Ross. Both of them were frustrating… I just wanted to know how to get out of this damn mess. No one seemed to be able to help me. “But you could probably grab some supplies uptown that’ll settle Legion’s hunger when you transition.”

“Is there anyone that can actually help—” I realized my harshness, “no offense.”

“Not tonight, honey. Nobody is helping you with your risk level. Tomorrow look for Harrison—this little hairy boy who live not too far out.” Diana said.

“The butcher uptown will sell you raw shit no question asked!” Ross yelled behind me as I left.

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Comments (2 so far!)

  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Intriguing. Feels a bit disjointed, maybe intentionally. In any case it fits with how the character feels.

  2. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    Full of emotion, and confusion, and distress.

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