Like Claws

Her hands were like claws, tight and cold, still clenched into fists.

He lay on the floor, and the rust-red pool around his head thickened.

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3 thoughts on “Like Claws

  1. Marian Green says:

    Very rich. And only two sentences. Wow.

  2. Ponder says:

    Fabulous 2-line story (I’m a true crime buff, as well as poet/author–I, too, have an unfinished novel….).

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