Short Stories of my life

Murder

The cold firm air pierced my lungs like a million daggers.
Your hand firm and warm.
The ground beneath me frozen by the cold crisp snow.

Your smile is the joker's smile
Fake and cuts deep.
The reflection in your eyes stuns me.

The dark red liquid slowly drips down from the clear blade that
lies firm in your hands.

I feel cold, out of breath
Relieved of all pain and suffering