NO ONE ASKED
She turned towards it, and I saw her face full-on in the cross-hairs of the telescopic sight.
Her eyes shone, and for one brief moment, I wanted to reach out and touch her lips, full and glossy red even in the fading light of the evening. She fell without even a cry, never aware of her end. One minute she was expecting a glittering gala, and the next, she was gone, dispatched.
THE END
BUT QUINTUS NOONE WILL RETURN IN:
IF THE TRUTH BE TOLD