An Assassin’s Love
A Tribute to Robert Ludlum.
Silence shrouds her presence
The lonely pulse runs quick
Weapons at the ready
Guided by logic
.
It may be thought bold
Moving through the night
With icy heart so cold
To crush right with might
.
Does her target sense her?
Now his end is near
To your feet now, slowly
Whispered in his ear
.
Arresting tender gaze
Quickening blood flow
Surprising human warmth
Halts the fatal blow
.
On her waist he places
Passionate strong hands
Feverish tension rising
Love in dangerous lands
.
Unspoken words proclaimed
Holding back the kill
Feelings unexpected
His breath inciting thrill
.
He stares down the barrel
Does she take the shot?
Potential for true love?
No, it’s probably not.
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Serena Kaye
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I wasn’t used to running, especially not for my life. The night air burned in my lungs like they’d collapse. This was not a coincidence. I stayed in the shadows to catch my breath. I reached into my bag to make sure I hadn’t lost it in the escape. Relief flooded over me as my hand found what it was looking for. Creeping to the edge of the alley I checked for any sign of the car that had been pursuing me. I’d never been chased by a car before and I definitely had never been shot at; all these new experiences. My mind wandered back to the man who’d slipped into my Budapest apartment that morning, the chaos in the square outside my window. What had I done? Or rather, what had I agreed to? The street was silent now, but the roar of engines and bullets echoed in my memory. I hope this is worth it, I thought. My sneakers moved noiselessly across the cobblestones. Staying out in the open on this deserted stretch was out of the question. The train station was close, and in a few hours, I’d be in Zagreb. Then, maybe this would be over. I was never going to help anyone again, I vowed. That was a lie and I knew it. Somehow, I always managed to be knee-deep in someone else’s mess. It was time this bleeding heart bled out. Wasn’t it? I tried to convince myself, but that was only fear talking.
By Serena Kaye3 years ago in Criminal
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