Pinky Promise { Short Story }

Promises are deadly. The consequences can leave you dead.

Blood. So much blood. Shades of crimson painted her olive hands. "Do you like my present?" Marie peered down at the grinning eight year old in utter shock, she was still holding it in her hands. "You broke your promise," Armin spat bitterly taking a step forward. Marie's stomach churned, her hands shook, her mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. The blood was still dripping, thin ropes of red slid from her trembling fingers down onto the gravel pavement. Her pulse was racing, her heart thudded painfully in her chest. She screamed.