Opening Para - As Blood Rushes · Marlowe and Christie Writers

Opening Para - As Blood Rushes

As Nils and Felix ambled side-by-side down the steady cobbled decline, the chilled afternoon breeze sat in their lungs like mint on their tongues. Their wooden-heeled shoes clapped against the stones underfoot like distant gunshots in the morning fog. Felix shuddered in the cold and let his breath ring out into the stony air where it sat like blood in water. He raised his hands, palms down, to feel the air, then muttered,

“Like a slow trap of steel”.

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