Blood of a Marionette

Blood of a Marionette

by

Timothy J. Sparklin

Scarlett pulled off her pajama top and shivered  as the clothing brushe d her bare skin.  The 

morning sun coming in from the window caressed her skin, making it glow.  Lazarus stared at 

the goose bumps appearing on her back.  

  “See, I told you I had an awesome tattoo,” Scarlett said. 

  “Yeah,” Lazarus agreed, who was sitting cro ss legged behind her, “That’s one hell of an 

ice breaker.  I mean, I wake up, and you’re in my bed.” 

  “I don’t like being awkward,” she said. 

  “What’s to be awkward about?  It’s not like  we slept together last night.  I didn’t even 

know you had stayed, since I fell asleep before study group ended.” 

  Lazarus traced the tattoo, his fingers light ly touching her warm skin.  Scarlett visibly 

shivered.  His hands followed the tattoo’s pattern  from her neck, between her shoulder blades all 

the way down her spine, ending just above the curve of her buttocks.   

  “It’s such a cool design.”

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My name is Ayoub Touil. I'm a Programmer . I'm from Morocco, Kenitra. I love music , reading, playing Football, going out with friends ,eating outside and of course i love programming. I love going to the movies, chating . I love going away on the weekends to different places. I hate surprises, i also hate not having anything to do. I hate onions. My dream is to have a big family , get a good and well pay job, travel around the world and meet all the different cultures and learn a lot about all of them.