Fifty Words: Scrap

Aug 08, 2011 09:31

Discarded, left unused, the weapon sat atop the junk pile, gathering rust.

The dried blood kept it from rusting away fully for some time, but the ravages of age still took their toll.

Ultimately, the weapon ceased to exist long before the murderer did.  Neither one of them were ever caught.

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