The dagger hung from my eaves and I knew I would escape tonight. He would not be able to stop me. I plunged the icicle into his heart with every ounce of desired freedom. It will melt long before they find him.
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Crazy ways, indeed! Those icicles can be pretty lethal.
They certainly can….the poor guy! 😉
Clever kill! Great job with the prompt.
Thanks very much!
Ohhh what a great take on the prompt!
🙂 Thank you!
Awww…I was rooting for an eye!
Lol….I’m going bigger now. 😉
Good work, Elsa!
😀
The perfect weapon! Untraceable…
So I’ve heard. 😉
What a great way to make a weapon disappear without a trace! Kinda reminds me of Dahl’s “Lamb to the Slaughter.”
I think people are going to be afraid of me soon, if they aren’t already. :O
Once thing is certain: I’m only gonna visit you in the summer.
Lol…probably a good idea. 😉
Perfect crime. Perfect retribution.
Absolutely!
I like how you got me on the murderer’s side with two words: desired freedom.
Thank you. I appreciate that.
And not leave a fingerprint trace either…