She turned from locking the top deadbolt on the door and straightened her shoulders as she stepped into the hall, remembering her posture, and as she did so she walked smack-dab into an intruder who reached out and grabbed her neck and snapped it like an old wood bow.
Hi from the Herkimer!
This week, write a short piece about someone's death. Make it either a poem or under 300 words.
No suicides! (Unless they're accidental.)
Write with guts!
Ladder falls, fishing accidents, and unfortunate occurrences at dinner parties,
HERKIMER
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