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[nevadafighter]

Blood. Blood everywhere. She tried to wipe her hands down her dress, but the blood remained on her hands, wet and shiny and foul. The children lay at her feet in a heap, a broken tangle of arms and legs and heads too heavy for their dry twig necks. She backed away in horror and wondered how in the hell had she gotten there, again.

Comments

[fairyniamh]

Dark, kind of make me think of Mary Bell. Very good work.

[nevadafighter]

Thanks. :) I'd never heard of Mary Bell before, which is weird since true crime is one of my favorite topics, so thanks for that too, lol.