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When she returned home
They thought
She had grown into what they had always
Hoped she’d be.
Instead she was
A mistress of
Illusion.
A mouth that spoke,
A smile that held
A hidden mock,
Bewitching their longing
Into the
Nightmare
She had planned
For them to feel
But not
See.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Beguile in 51 words
Something of a smiling assassin methinks! Spot on Na’ama.
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Something of the sort, yes … at least as far as soul-murder is concerned … psychopathy is a thing …
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Na’ama Y’karah,
What goes around comes around. This is a bit of a chiller. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Mine is here: https://rochellewisoff.com/2021/01/31/weekend-writing-prompt-beguile/
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Yeah … and … yes … Some people are chill-producers, eh? Thankfully most are not, but some … oy vey … not much empathy in them at all. If at all.
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Now there’s a book in a few words.
Artily crafted chiller
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Ah, thank you!!! 🙂 It does save trees … 😉
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😄
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🙂
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Oh, that’s interesting. That made me sit up 🙂
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Ha! Well, I guess it is a good thing, then … 😉
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🙂
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“…a mistress of illusion…” Very intriguing to me. Well done, Na’ama.
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Thanks, Bill! 🙂 Glad it was …. beguiling … 😉
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