A shadow slipped through the night. Not one of darkness but on that blocked the light. If Lina did not know the difference she would be afraid, but darkness and a cast shadow are not nearly the same. There are darker things that roam the land, darkness seeping from their very pores and breath. They stalk not your body, but your should and mind. This shadow was nothing to fear.
"Your growing dull," Lina said. No reply. She said nothing else, content to let him speak first if he chose to at all. He wasn't actually growing dull, she knew. He just wanted to announce his presence. The shadow was only for show.
A handkerchief fluttered to the ground in front of her, heavy with something dark clinging to its elegant embroidery. She pulled a sheet of paper from her bodice, folded neatly, precisely, and held it above her head. It was snatched form her quickly. The crinkling of paper filled her ears and she gritted her teeth as it fell to her feet in a ball. Her gloved fingers twitched.
His presence disappeared, but Lina knew the job would be done, like all the others had. The price would come later. Shadows and darkness were not the same but they were similar. Oh, so similar.
YOU ARE READING
Open Hearts
Genel KurguDo you know what it is that which we feel? Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps. It's all just thoughts in my (your) head.
