Graffiti Challenge 2012
Prompt # 7: Last Memory
She turned the knife in her hand and let it clatter to the floor. Blood had splattered the front of her shirt and covered the fingers on her right hand.
Wiping her hand on the hem of her shirt, Ainsley leaned against the wall of the crypt and heaved a sigh. It was done. She was free.
It took almost more strength than she could muster to close the door of the tomb and lock it. She pocketed the key resolutely.
And Ainsley's last memory of Thomas Quinn would be the mask of his face in death, at her hands.
She turned the knife in her hand and let it clatter to the floor. Blood had splattered the front of her shirt and covered the fingers on her right hand.
Wiping her hand on the hem of her shirt, Ainsley leaned against the wall of the crypt and heaved a sigh. It was done. She was free.
It took almost more strength than she could muster to close the door of the tomb and lock it. She pocketed the key resolutely.
And Ainsley's last memory of Thomas Quinn would be the mask of his face in death, at her hands.