Wednesday, January 8, 2014

738. Jingle Jangle

"Jingle jangle," the old woman would cackle as she shook a battered leather pouch full of rat bones and  coins.
Night after night, she'd slink through the city in service of a sinister purpose.
She was the final piece in a plot a thousand years old.
The only person who could stop her wouldn't be born for another hundred years.