“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.”
It’s a sad but lovely story!
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Not sure if I could love an assassin… but I haven’t knowingly met one yet!
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Une question: Vos cinq phrases font-elles partie d’un roman que vous écrivez? Je suis curieuse car j’aime la plupart énormément.
A plus tard.
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Non, mais des sources possibles d’inspiration – peut-être! Merci de votre visite 🙂
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Ce serait bien!
J’aime ce que vous faites.
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strange relationship, beautifully written
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