...she just knew it was a vicious game.
It did not surprise her, nothing did any more; she had seen it coming: the look in the eyes though - now that was a surprise; they had glistened like still water on a moon lit night.
There was no hesitation.
She did not flinch.
The blade was long and sharp but what intrigued her was its warmth; she wondered if the friction of penetration warmed the metal. It had missed bone and avoided the main blood lines; still, it would not take long; at most she had a few good breaths left.
A single tear fell and trickled down her neck; it was not hers. What fluid still coursed through her would not be wasted on crying; not in this lifetime at least.
She spared a breath to exhale and clear her mind; with the next she managed to turn up the corners of her mouth and through her smile she let out her last breath and final words, “Good game.”
It was over.
Winner takes all; those are the rules.
And…she was right, it really was a vicious game.
FYI...the game, it’s called Life!
Play much? Or are you just a spectator?