the red lady

The Red Lady of Venice lay dead in the street. Someone had covered her with a black cloak, but Cass could still see dark red curls from beneath the hood. The crowd was hushed, and anger filled more than a few faces.

Though new to the city, even Cass had heard of her. It seemed impossible anyone would wish her harm.

“It’s an execution,” a gruff voice said behind her.

“Who would dare?” a woman whispered.

“The Elorians would do this. Cut out our heart.”


“Is a feckless bastard. She’ll never be avenged while he’s in charge.”

(Written for The PredictionChallenge words: execute, feckless, Venice)

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