Today’s 3words are: MUFFLE, WEAK, MESS.
And my ongoing story is…
He tugged again at his shirt, and again heard MUFFLEd laughter as it stayed firmly in place.
It doesn’t make sense, his mind screamed. There’s nothing to hold it, nothing to stop it, nothing to MESS me about like this while everyone’s laughing and Joel prepares to… what? What can he do that he hasn’t done before?
Mark stopped struggling and listened, half-recognising the voice, but also certain he had never heard it before. Someone else must be with Joel? A brother, maybe? A new partner in crime?
“Neither,” the voice mumbled. “I’m not with them. But listen…”