Sunday, May 19, 2013

100 Words a Day 273

He willed himself up to the window. Sliding his knife through the gap between the shutters, he was able to undo the latch. They came apart soundlessly, allowing him to slip into the house unheard.

Creeping through the house, he checked at each door until he found the bedroom. The soft snoring alerted him.

Smiling, he readied his knife and eased the handle down and inched the door open. The room was dark, but he heard two people snoring as he felt his way towards the bed. He placed the knife to the throat of the first sleeper and prepared.

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