In the unlit alcove she stood patiently.
The pale hand gripping the pommel of a dagger, concealed beneath a lumpy sackcloth robe; so slender and refined. The wait was serene; for if you are in haste, you are completing the task poorly. Words from her teacher all those years ago.
‘Remember Emily; in serenity one finds comfort, but do not mistake comfort for an opportunity to laze. Peace within creates a storm that you unleash at your behest, but without discipline resides the void.‘
As she plunged the knife into the back of the man, Emily thought of peaceful things.
©DJA 2016
Emily knives but misunderstands.
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hahaha Rubber Superior’s just made me put Arnold Layne on; gawd knows what I’m writing next!
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Always extra credit for Syd.
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