| Re: Final lines....
He kneeled down beside her supine breathless body, the knife had formed an ugly congealed bulge in the skin tight fabric of her dress. Gripping her to him the tears welled in his eyes and all he could see was the bluring wisps of her golden hair as he craddled her head against shuddering chest. Caring for nothing now, he bit down on the poison vial he'd sworn he would never use and waited for the bliss of oblivion to take away the all encompasing agony of loss and grief.
"April fool" he heard her shout as .... |