Sheathed emissaries.

Masquerade balls were pleasurable.

Anyone could indulge without fear of consequence.

So why exactly was he here at God knows what hour, preparing to shoot or get shot at.

How had this happened?

Simon tried so hard to recall last nights event but his memory seemed set against such backward glances.

He heard the counting, he took the steps.

He turned, he fired.

Pain shoot through his mind, breaking the memory bank.

 He had a kissed her rose-tinged lips, the only part of her delicate constituent not hidden by her white but sharp edged eagle costume.

PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast

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27 thoughts on “Sheathed emissaries.

  1. Gosh, a lot of intriuge here – you make me want to know more about all the characters! I think there’s a typo on the last paragraph (He had *a* kissed) if you want to go in and fix it, but it didn’t detract from the reading.

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