"do you think i killed elizabeth, sheila? do you think that i am the murderer?" i enunciate each word, making sure that it penetrates through that thick skull of hers. i bite my quivering lips to stop the tears that are now, continuously trailing down my chin.
"no, not a murderer. just a two faced bitch." when i am rewarded with the answer, i stare into her eyes for the last time.
her
pupils
dilating
under
the
sensitive
light.
a film of tears shield the true colour of her eyes.
akin to mine, her p a s t e l hair is tied into a knot.
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unbridled [completed]
Short Storyu n b r i d l e d : ʌnˈbrʌɪd(ə)ld/ adjective uncontrolled ; unrestrained [ lowercase intended I completed I short story I thriller ] ©smokestung
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