The knife dropped with blood from the crime that had been committed. A gloved hand grasped it and a young boy lay on the floor. Blood seeped through his clothing.
It was dark and the stars were out. One large white circle dominated the sky. A full moon.
Graves surrounded the figure who held the knife. The grass had grown knee height.
The figure turned, her knife, she put in he cost pocket. Her business here was done.
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I gave up ages ago...might try again...why not
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