" But Bessie is scared also, backing away from me across the yard, stumbling over the rough stones as her legs buckle beneath her.
Watching her fall, and rise, and fall again and, knowing the moment is mine, I am suddenly calm.
The searing rage burns cold now, sits in my belly like a tight fist, and I take my time to stride over to her, enjoying the flood of composure. I possess the yard, even the foul red bricks with their greasy skin.
I cover the ground, striking double time with my heels, and stand over her in moments. "
"Walking in Pimlico" by Ann Featherstone
The rage and the coldness of the murderer is quite outstanding, by the way. It really gave me the chills.
"Mind your eye, Corney!" as Lucy says...
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