His eyes narrowed. Mind racing against time. He needs to kill. Slow and stealthy. He could see his victim's complaicant countenance. His blood boiled at the sight.
With calculated moves he advanced as he rubbed his sweaty palms.
"Revenge is sweet, dear friend", he smirked to himself.
And then came the mighty blow.
Remind me never to play chess with you :P You get too tensed ;)ReplyDelete
Lol Leo! You are gonna lose anyway!! :PDelete
Well, it doesn't necessarily have to be chess, right?ReplyDelete
I love it, though. Can almost feel the anticipation!!
Good, Apala! (Btw, one typo - complaisant not complaicant)ReplyDelete