The points were sharp as they dug through the skin, his serrated wakizashi striking between the ribs from the back. He never liked attacking from the shadows like a coward or so many vermin he hunted, but this case demanded stealth and a personal touch.
It was the whimpering that caught him off guard. Not the cries of physical pain, but the yelp of confusion, of sudden understanding as to who was connected to the metal. It was then he noticed the shaking in his own hand. The tears from his own eyes.
And as she fell to the street, so too did he.
My entry for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’a Place. My, it has been a while hasn’t it? This whole “family life” aspect eats up quite a bit of time, which will makes next week’s move across the world even more fun.
Still, I hope you all enjoy and I hope to be back to regular postings. *fingers crossed*