Drabble: "Epistolary Killer"
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She sat at her desk and pricked her finger with a pin, then squeezed a drop of blood into the inkwell, smiling as the ink steamed and bubbled in response. She took her time with the words, crafting her letter to her client's specifications, composing it to keep her mark reading and blissfully unaware of the letters detaching themselves from the paper, until each line wrapped around his body, smothering him in sweet nothings.
When the police investigated later, they'd find no weapon, no forced entry. Just pools of ink and half-swallowed words spilling from his mouth, saccharine and insincere.
100words)She sat at her desk and pricked her finger with a pin, then squeezed a drop of blood into the inkwell, smiling as the ink steamed and bubbled in response. She took her time with the words, crafting her letter to her client's specifications, composing it to keep her mark reading and blissfully unaware of the letters detaching themselves from the paper, until each line wrapped around his body, smothering him in sweet nothings.
When the police investigated later, they'd find no weapon, no forced entry. Just pools of ink and half-swallowed words spilling from his mouth, saccharine and insincere.
