Sunday, April 28, 2013

100 Words a Day 252

The knife entered silently, but its course was altered slightly when it glanced off a rib.

She smiled when she saw the grimace of pain on her victim’s face and heard the gasp, of both surprise and pain, when the blade penetrated the woman’s flesh.

The victim pawed at her assailant, her weakened hands unable to find purchase. Her strength continued to fail her and her arms finally fell to her sides before she collapsed against her desk.

The knife-wielder pushed the body to the floor, leafed through a stack of exams and, upon finding hers, gave herself an A.

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