With one black eye and a swollen lip, he limped away from the crime scene. He knew he wasn't fast enough to escape the guards, but what else could he do but try? It was not like they were going to listen to him, trying to prove his innocence. All they would see was a dead succubus, and him looking fairly guilty. What was he going to say, anyway? "Something invisible attacked both me and her, but only one of us ended up dead"? No, it was better to attempt to disappear. Fall of the face of the planet, take on a new identity.
As he rounded the corner, something swept out his legs from underneath him. He could only just twist around on the ground, before something invisible pressed a knife to his throat.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
ContoMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
