Parks End

By Jzt

The old woman sat on the park bench, watching the children play. A smile crept across her wrinkled face as she remembered her own childhood. But then, a dark figure emerged from the shadows. It was a man, tall and gaunt, with a face that seemed to be carved from stone. He moved with a purpose that sent shivers down her spine.

The man stopped in front of her, his eyes cold and empty. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a knife, its blade glinting in the afternoon sun. The old woman's smile vanished, replaced by a look of terror. She tried to scream, but no sound came out.

With a swift, practiced motion, the man plunged the knife into her chest. The old woman's eyes widened in disbelief as she felt the cold steel pierce her heart. She gasped, her lifeblood staining the park bench a dark crimson.The man watched as the light faded from her eyes, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his face. He pulled the knife from her chest, wiping it clean on her dress. Then, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows as quickly as he had come.

The old woman's body slumped forward, her head lolling to the side. Her lifeless eyes stared up at the sky, a silent testament to the brutality of the world. And just like that, she awoke from her sleep 

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