Little Feelings

I stand beside the open window, staring at the busy city.

“It’s funny how I got out of prison and got in to another in a few hours.”

“Technically, it wasn’t different prison.”

“Yes,” I nod, “But I wasn’t talking to you, Gwendolyn.”

I barely turn my face in her direction to sense her looking away.

“This is not the time for petty games, Minerva. We have to write all the wrongs that female’s madness brought.”

I finally turn to good ole Sebastian, the male that I want to batch into a batch, just like that female.

“I think that she is still bringing about other crisis as long as she is alive but we can end it quickly by killing her sorry excuse of a butt,” I suggest, picking up my glass of wine to take a sip from it.

Apparently, Sebastian thought it was best to have a meeting about everything that has happened since little miss deceiving fe