"Another work day"
He wouldn’t let up, he moved as if he were strolling an estate’s gardens while she- tumbled along on limbs long past running, her icy breath jagged, slashed at her lungs like a brutal caress massaging breast and bone beneath a blank moon’s stare…
He was ruthless but swift. Bored, actually. He had grown tired of the pursuit almost as soon as it had begun. In fact, he resented it. She had been weak, small- no challenge for his prowess. He intended to complain to his employer- after he had been paid of course. After killing for centuries, one hoped occasionally the victim would make the assignment interesting.
Each week, Thom posts three words to be used in a piece of writing. I'm currently listening to Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. This is where my mind went. To read more, go here.