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Author's note: This is a translation from Spanish of a brief vignette written ages ago. Literally. The original -which is also hosted in this site and you can find in my profile- was published in 2008. I'm strangely fond of this piece and I decided to give it a try in English. Please, since English is not my first language I will welcome any criticism or grammatical correction you might want to add. Really! ;)
Blood.
There was blood everywhere and the Little Benjamin Barker didn't know what to do. It all was a huge mistake. It hadn't been is intention to injure his classmate. He was only defending himself.
With a look of terror on his face, he let the bloodstained knife drop down to the floor. The other boy was panting at his feet, surrounded by a crimson puddle until he finally stopped moving.
He was dead.
With the tip of his foot, he touched the body of the other child to check that the latter did not react. He sighed and shook. He looked all around. There was no one to blame him for what had happened.
Without looking back, he started running away from the place as fast as he could. No one would ever know.
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Blood.
There was blood everywhere and Sweeney Todd, the barber, was in the middle of the room facing the large window through which one could see the city of London and the full moon ruling over it.
With a Machiavellian smile he wiped the bloodstained knife on his apron while the client, in the chair, was still suffering some last spasms; until panting and something like gurgling he stopped moving.
He was dead.
With his toe he slammed on the pedal that was on one side of the chair. His eyes slid over the body leaning backwards and disappeared through the floor void. With calm gesture he wiped the blood from his face.
Satisfied, he began to whistle as he put the knife into place. No one would know.