As madness builds to its spellbinding climax, her voice grows to fill the Met. She seems to shrink and fade in the righteous glare. Unaware, uncaring, of my own actions, my fingers slip, as does a pin. Straight into the baritone’s side. More blood. Mine.
Author notes
from my short story "Prima Donna Passion".
I usually lose confidence in my stories part way through and give up. This one just flowed out from start to finish and I'm really proud of it! :-D
A contest entry
- Hook Me. by Kevan.
100 points, ended October 30, 2008, 73 entries
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