For The Plight Of One – 50 Word Story

The knife twists perilously in the air, ever driving downwards, towards the already blood stained rather below it.

With exhausted eyes and a reflex long shot, Jarmil watches as the knife digs into the soil, and sucks in his last breath as a powerful hand rests itself upon his shoulder.

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