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This is 7 paragraphs from my WIP, a historical fiction set over various centuries and full of murder, lust and tragedy.
“Yes.” She replied. The fork twirling resumed. “They said she was strangled.” This time she didn’t even bother to meet his eye.
He set the newspaper on his lap and folded his hands across it. “Were you planning on telling me the news word for word? I can read, my dear.”
She looked up and he saw what she feared. She suspected him. She knew it was him, he could read it in her eyes. Her milky white skin blanched, but she tried to hide it. A spark ignited within his soul, or whatever passed for his soul.
“I’m sorry.” She croaked. “It’s just...” Another dead sentence lingered in the space between them.
She suspected him and now was the time to act. Within the recesses of his twisted mind a plan began to formulate. Sparking like a hissing fire, embers crackling free from their stillness, burning white hot with excitement. A plan! Yes, a plan had surfaced and Jack was thrilled.
It wouldn’t be so hard for him. He had both the drive and means to put his plan in place. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t killed before. Nor did he have any qualms with ending her life. Though, in all honesty, to ensure his success it would require a more substantial plan. The children - of course - would have to die as well. A pity really, but a necessity all the same. And then there were the servants. His attention dashed from his scheme as a knock at the door sent his wife jumping in her skin. From behind her a servant rushed by to answer the caller.
Jack’s heart thumped, his palms growing slick with guilt. Perhaps it was the authorities. His wife sat motionless. If she was breathing, he couldn’t tell. She ratted him out, he was sure of it now. The doorway darkened as the servant entered to announce the guest.
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