Sharp Ends Series: /Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 /Part 7 /

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Century old wood, groaned beneath her feet as she climbed the arthritic stairs onto the porch of the derelict house. She pried the door open, gripping the barbed wire in her beautifully manicured hands, ready to pounce on her prey.

The hallway was empty of life, except for the rats in the walls and the termites making their homes in the floor. Faded wallpaper, which had been popular in the seventies, latched onto the walls with their last curling fingers.

She entered the lounge and saw him sitting in a mouldy couch with springs sticking out like castle defences. Slowly, she edged forward until she was close enough, before throwing the barbed wire around his neck and tugging tightly.

He straggled briefly, his relaxed, unready muscles not filled with strength to stop her, the wire sunk deeper until he stopped flailing, his last words filled the room.

“I loved you…..”

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