She kept her hands close to her chest. Veins snaked up her crinkled arms and along her withered fingers, knotted together in a cross-stitch. A few strands of tooth-floss hair fell over her eyes as she quivered on her perch, pupils flickering from the floor to the cobwebs strung between the rafters. She missed me out somehow.
"That a no?"
Her shoulders shuddered. A strained kind of groan came squeezed from between her locked lips.
"Me neither," I nodded, cracking my knuckles; business-like.
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