i dropped my copy of an indoor kind of girl in the slush
not because i intended to
the books are getting smaller
employing efficient economy
word counts dropping
(more) more negative space to interpret
Ace Visconti was, without doubt, the luckiest person he had ever known. Whether it was in poker, the lottery-hell, any slot machine on the planet, even. And so obviously for him, that same luck bled into the trials they were a part of.
(more) Sometimes, however, his luck only went so far.
“There’s a new killer,” Meg announced, limping back into camp. “I thought she was one of us. But she wasn’t. She had these…” She waved her hands over her face. “Traps. It was like some reverse bear trap, and it...it!”
Dwight stumbled into the camp then, hands over his face. “Holy shit,” he gasped, and Meg didn’t even finish explaining, simply ran to his side. “It-It opened on m...my-!”
"I couldn't help," Meg blurted out. "I took you off the hook and then she-immediately-"
A reverse bear trap. One that only opened if you were lucky enough to find the key. Not only that, but she had a power that meant if others helped unhook each other, they were put in even more danger.
Well, that was fine by Ace.
Ace grinned as the trap popped off his head. The doors were already open.
The killer had been watching him for several minutes as he undid the trap. She didn't seem interested in hurting him.
"I did it," he said, motioning to the trap on the dirt between them.
"Yeah," she said. "Really aced it, didn't you? You win."
He turned to the exit gates.
"But at what cost?"
He didn't know what she meant, not until he was leaving the map.
The survivors he'd been with had their hands covering their faces, or rubbing their shoulders where they'd been hooked.
Perhaps his own trial hadn't been to save himself this time, but the others. (less)