A tear welled up and ran down my cheek as I sharpened my blade. Embarrassed, I brushed it away. Here, on the dark side of the moon, there is no place for sentiment.
This is my submission for this weekend’s Trifextra, in which we were given the following challenge:
In The Scorpio Races, author Maggie Stiefvater writes, “It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.” Give us the next thirty-three words of this story, as you imagine it. Take it wherever you like, but make it original and make it 33 words exactly.