Fallout: Luck

The knife flies past before her body can even muster a flinch. The figure is faceless no more; splattered green blood illuminates the deformed features of an Olifat. Mischievous imitators.

“Lucky.” A recognisably cocky voice reaches out from the casino’s shadows behind her.

She watches as a tall man with long, blackened hair strides confidently into the vault.

“Pass me that, would you.”

She reaches down and rips the knife from the Olifat’s neck.

“How the hell did you…” Her eyes tighten, puzzlement etches across her face.

He slides the knife away and throws her a knowing glare. “Mum…and she’s pissed.”

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Author: jackkholt

Film graduate. Lover of lots of good films and quite a few bad ones. Reader. Writer. Novel in progress, obviously.

17 thoughts on “Fallout: Luck”

  1. I like the capture of the moment. The present tense makes it feel immediate.

    I’m a bit confused by the last line here. Mum? Can you tell me more?

    Also, is this part of a series or connected to other stuff in a world. I have the impression it might be, if so can you put some links so I can refresh myself with related material.

  2. Very well conceived and constructed; like pieces of a puzzle to out together at a later date.
    Adam B @revhappiness

  3. There is just a nice little bit of tension between the two characters, there is not enough here to tell all but enough to intrigue. ^_^

    1. Thank you, Helen. I appreciate your comments – as I mentioned previously, this is me playing around with the world a bit, before expanding. But thanks for reading!

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