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The Wind Picked Up Speed
He found an old, gutted house with a cistern out back that allowed him to wash off the remains of his meals.
He left the stripped bones where they lay; why bother to hide them? He wanted every last soul in this town to feel his iced breath and with it the drumbeats presaging slaughter.
The headlines that trailed in the wake of his killings grew fevered, exploded, as if war had commenced in the bowels of a plague year.
He crept silent as twilight, swifter than anger and judgement and knives, and rivers ran red in the gutters as autumn gripped fiercely and wind picked up speed.
The wind was the only sound left as the lights began to wink out...
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Comment by Angela on October 26, 2012 at 2:21pm -
War in a plague year as all the lights wink away. What a picture.
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Comment by Jamie Hogan on October 26, 2012 at 10:29am -
Beautiful and horrible at once. You are an alchemist, RC.
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Comment by Diana E. Backhouse on October 26, 2012 at 4:18am -
You are making this sound almost poetic, Robert. I find myself compelled to read despite the grim subject matter.
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Comment by Paul de Denus on October 25, 2012 at 11:24pm -
Every sentence is a knockout Robert
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