#FiveSentenceFiction: Grief

Spadassin“I’d never kill anything living, unless it is a threat to you” he says to her with tenderness.

She looks at him: she believes, and yet she knows, she’s known him for so long.

“I avoid walking on insects, or even plants, I keep away from fearful animals…”

Her eyes take in the uniform, the weapons, the thin lips of a professional assassin: her sweet husband.

“When you die, I shall remember,” she says at last, “and my grief will be my companion , all the way to the gates of Hell.”

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