DISCLAMER Everything old is L J Smith's and any thing new (most of it) is mine all mine he he.
Please review because I have the terrible habit of not finishing stories, so just bug me until I do.
Pointless Love
Clair stared, rooted to the spot.
Is there something in the darkness at the end of the bed? She could have sworn she saw something move. And the window hadn't she closed that? But no it's her eyes playing tricks again, along with her ears straining against the silence that cloaks the room.
She rubs her eyes and massages her temples. Clair had, had this feeling for the past week but tonight was really bad. She shrugged and thought of Jet. Where is he now? Somewhere in the back end of nowhere that's where.
4000 miles away a very real shadow creeps at the end of Jet's bed. And a very real wooden katana arches high and comes down on the occupied bed.