Archive for September, 2012

Knife in his boot

Knife slipped in his boot. Dagger sheathed in his belt.

Hands–clenched and unclenched, awakening reluctantly, readying themselves. Brushing the soft nap of his favorite coat, dark brown like his hair. His fingers combed through stubborn curls and tied them back in an efficient queue. Yes, he cut a fine figure.

The Duel (selection #4)

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