The Soldier
A drabble
By Twitchy
2 Nov 2003

It shone with bright reflected light, catching his eye and holding it. A thing of such beauty.

It was so simple and yet so deadly in the right hands.

A part of him.

He had never doubted it before. Why now? This was not the time for introspection.

The night hid him now, but for how long. They were waiting. They were watching.

He wiped the crimson flow from the blade and sat back, resting after his exertions. He needed to rest. When dawn came they would come seeking revenge.

Today was a good day to die.

His knife shone.

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FIN.