Timing Is Ninety Percent Luck – 50 Word Story

The blade glistens in the moonlight, the blood glowing a brilliant golden. He smiles at her with a half disguised glance and buts down on his bottom lip as he turns to face their mother.

“Come on whelp, you don’t have the stones to take me down!” she cackles loudly.

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