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"Take this," the silver of the knife glints in the moonlight, "you will have to slice his throat before midnight."
I grab the offending object.
Its cold metal drips with liquid.
In the silver light it's hard to not wonder what coats it.
Water or blood?
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Mermaids & Land (Dark Fairytale Retelling)
Short Story"Take this," the silver of the knife glints in the moonlight, "you will have to slice his throat before midnight." °°° She had seen him on a ship. Hair flying majestically, eyes glinting with the ocean and crown hanging from a rope tied to his pants...