A Taste for Monsters - Chapter Two
The first message popped up while Grace was trying to decide wheter a woman could cross a burning courtyard without losing her eyebrows. She had written the scene three different ways and believed none of them. On the desk beside her laptop, her tea had cooled beneath a skin of milk. Rain rattled against the window, and the cursor blinked at the end of a sentence she had begun to dislike, almost passionately, simply because she had looked at it too many damn times. She pulled
