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Weekly Short Stories: An Excerpt

As she struck at me effortlessly one last time, I closed my eyes, falling, accepting the blow. I lie there bleeding out through my blue-dyed linen shirt. I heard no heavy breathing. She labored little in her violence. She continued to stand over me. My eyes opened to see her foot. Long, fair toned sinewy toes with piques of red where my blood had splattered; and her tattoo came into focus. I remembered looking longly to touch what desire brought it into being. But now it was the mark of death.