Alice’s Ink
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Alice’s Ink
THE RED INK SLITHERED across the page, the pen left unattended. Gliding and oozing it spelled out words on its own, ink glistening in the candle light. When the writer returned, he stared at the page.
You will die, the words said.
He dropped his tea cup, suddenly unable to breathe. The cup broke against the hardwood floor. The writer dropped to his knees, clawing at his throat. He stared at the words, a pleading look in his eyes. He looked past the page at the young, blond girl staring from the chair. She twitched, causing the tubes, extending from her veins and into a jar, to tremble.
“Alice, please . . . ” the writer managed to get out.
She only stared.
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