I’m not sure whether to be grateful or resigned. Chin in one hand, Gregori read the rules again. A match of three… There were no sets of three. Would it have been better if I had a winning ticket, but scratched the wrong ones?

The noise of someone coming into the apartment caught the titan’s attention and he leaned back in the chair. The captain was grumbling, untying his boots by the door.

Gregori chuckled. “What did the General have to say?”

Nathan snorted and kicked off a boot. “The bastard laughed so hard, he nearly depleted all his oxygen.”


Previous – Declaration Next – Insider’s Joke

About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
This entry was posted in Man-Made Wings, Post-Trauma, Writing and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s