Silent Killer

Fearless in singularity,

With skill to anticipate the hapless enemy’s movement,

Serene yet stirring.

Written for 3-Word Wednesday

Prey

At the stroke of midnight, he hobbled in on his wooden leg. A shadow in the mist with malice in his eyes, and a void in his heart.

She slithered over the harbor, hidden in the background. Towards her love, nay a ripple in the silence.

She kissed him from behind, and down he fell.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda