There were moments when she doubted. Plenty of nights when she could feel the cold steel against her skin. She never flinched though. She just stood there. Staring out. He was true to his word. He never missed. They lived well. Well enough. Still there was something missing. When they carried her out that Saturday night her face was powder white, her open eyes slowly fading.
Oh Rod!
ReplyDeleteI love it!
New palette, new textures and new tools? I can't see it live, but it looks like your carving into your work a bit? It's B-E-A-utiful! :)