This is a little ficlet about Natasha...agents and spies always fascinated me and inspired me to write a little something, it's much more poetic, i guess is the word, than my usual work, but nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it somewhat!
Red pulsed across her vision; slowly beating, thrumming in time to her heart beat; one…two…three…
Breathing in then out, in then out…slowly…
Her eyelids closed blocking out the droning rendition of her final masterpiece.
Her lips curled up in a satisfied smile as she watched as the target fell, falling farther and farther from grace painting the walls with his sins, eloquently parading and mocking the virtue of life…
The scope lowers and her work is done, another night, another red stroke on her ledger, her prize rests on the ashen concrete below.
So there we go, leave me a comment if there's anything you'd like to say or add!
