We flicked a hand out at each other and I squinted into the gloom to see Simon's fingers forked like scissors. They were snapping away at my paper like piranha devouring a horse. He might as well have used them to open my neck, because what I was about to do was suicide.
We flicked a hand out at each other and I squinted into the gloom to see Simon's fingers forked like scissors. They were snapping away at my paper like piranha devouring a horse. He might as well have used them to open my neck, because what I was about to do was suicide.