Thursday, July 15, 2010

Weasel Patch

Watching as quiet falls over the camp, he checks her map again. Using a small red flashlight, so as not to give himself away, he figures out where the tent sits.

He checks the plastic covering on the syringe. Making sure it doesn't come loose in his pocket.

Silently, he makes his way to the tent.

He waits, trying to time the snores in the camp with the zipper. Crawling inside, slowly, he pulls out the syringe and takes the plastic cover off. Soon, he’ll deliver the prisoner.

A pinch, then blurriness. His last thought was cursing his own sister…

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