A zephyr ruffled his hair as he plonked the somnolent woman on a wooden picnic table. He took the billhook from his bag and paused in the warm sunshine, looking out across the immaculately kept lawns and sculpted bushes of the park, ruminated upon how beautiful they were.
No wonder she had chosen this place to lie down in, he thought.
He glanced down at the woman, pupils narrowing as his brow furrowed. Maybe she’d been pretty, once; quite young too, twenties maybe? Could’ve been some pawky college kid perhaps. Now she was a junkie dressed in little more than rags, long hair knotted and matted with the same filth, snot and dried vomit that covered her body.
He sighed, brushed a lock of hair away from her eyes.
With a swift movement he drew the billhook across her neck, didn’t blench as blood sparged onto his face and overalls.
Inspired by this week’s Monday Mixer, using eight of the words listed within the 150 word count requirement: –
Things: 1) zephyr 2) plonk 3) billhook
Verbs: 1) ruminate 2) sparge 3) blench
Adjectives: 1) pawky 2) somnolent 3) insular