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Random prose (8/12/09)

October 7, 2009

There was a horrible simplicity in his eyes.

Standing over her, carving too sharp a silhouette against the lazy midday sun, this man had no shades of uncertainty in the way he moved.   His gestures told her all she needed to know.

And she knew a fright, immediately, that was never so clear before.  He had her.  She was gone.

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