Today on Drabble Wednesday I delve into the dark shadows and
even darker hearts…
A Venice Night
I slip through shadows and sunset and the drifting mist, my
near silent footsteps swallowed by the ocean lapping against the bridge. A
gondola is waiting; soon I will be lost among the murky waterways and alleys of
the city. As I near my escape, I clutch my precious satchel close, my free hand
grasping my stiletto.
Too late I see. An empty gondola, the flash of another
blade. Pain in my side, my useless knife falls. I watch the assassin snatch
away my satchel, the stolen papers reclaimed. Then he rolls me into the water
and all goes black.
Winter
A winter snowfall blankets a crisp white across the mountain
landscape, imbuing the night with a quiet beauty. Against the weather, welcoming
light—cast from a human dwelling—flickers. A sliding door stands open, the
frigid air swirling past the bamboo and wood.
A breeze wafts a flurry of the tumbling flakes inside the
home. A tiny storm dances, and for a moment, a minuscule of time, the white suspends
in air. Then it descends. It spawns a brief contrast to red stains on the floor,
before it melts into pooling liquid.
Before it joins the blood of the dead.
Desert Sand
Footsteps, impressions in the sand. Two sets lead out into
the desert, the tracks of friends, of two adventurous men. One man, a natural
leader, outgoing, handsome, a risk taker. The other quiet, more introverted, cautious,
but clever and patient.
One man kissed his beautiful wife as he left this morning,
the other shut his door on an empty apartment. Two friends. One careless with
his words, never letting his success go unremarked. The other smiles while resentment
and envy churn in his heart.
Footsteps, impressions in the sand. Two sets lead out into
the desert, only one lead back.
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