Lizzie

The warm moist spray lightly coated her face once again. The thick slippery mist felt almost heavenly as it coated her. She loved that feeling. Never before had she done this so close to home, it was always away in the shadows. But she was home alone today and no one ever came out to the old shed anymore. She had all day to bask in the glorious spray of blood coming from little Suzie’s head. No little Suzie would never pull her pony tails again. A sound brought her back from her personal slice of heaven. Her parents called her from the house, they were home early. She pulled her ax from Suzie as they called again, “Lizzie”…


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