A Very Odd Mark

A Very Odd Mark

The rigid formality of the place suffocated her. It was too much like the stark formal walls of the asylum. An exceedingly odd place to find a mark but Solanj didn’t question. She waited behind one of the massive stone columns unwinding her bracelet.

She turned her face toward the column as the mark approached, he laid a hand on her shoulder asking “are you alright miss?”

With one swift movement Solanj turned and kneed him. He doubled over with a small gasp as she looped the silken cord of the bracelet around his neck and pulled. He died quietly.

word count 100

For 50 Word Thursday hosted this week by tales from the mind of kristian

The rules:
1 The completed piece must be in multiples of 50 words – a maximum of 250 words. Anything is acceptable – poetry, story, anecdote.
2 There will be a photo and a random phrase that I will take from the current book I am reading – you can use either or both
3 Please pingback and tag 50WordThurs so I can do a summary.

the words:
The rigid formality of the place suffocated her – Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray.

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP