TITLE: Death of an Enemy By lauren finchum 10/02/09 |
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In the dim light I watched him closely as he ate an apple. He’d evaded me many times—but this time was different. He was never going to pester me again. I sneaked up as quite as a cat in the night; he’d never know what hit him. I was clutching my weapon of choice. I held my breath as I raise it, and then brought it down hard and swift on my victim’s head.
He made no noise, but I knew he was no more.
I made haste to clean my weapon and dispose of the body.
That cockroach was never going to eat my apples again.
2009
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