The psychopath walked soft-footed through the darkened house and silently twisted the door's handle.
The door was locked.
"No way out," said the girl stepping out from the darkness behind him, her knife faintly outlined by the moonlight from outside.
.finis.
Brevity is the width of soul.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
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