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If hope is the thing with feathers, I am the thing with legs. Muscle, marrow, movement. Nothing against hope - they’re great, actually, and there is a buoyancy to their work - it's light and loose and tilted towards the sky. It’s just that I move, shake, force. My work rattles, unsettles what was settled.
A man dies in Berlin. He bleeds out from a barely there stab wound in his thigh. Not long after, a woman comes to life in London - self inflicted stab wound in the same exact spot.
People think my work is specific - it’s not! There is a surprising amount of wiggle room, plenty of space for…creative interpretation. Example: Oksana (Villanelle) Astankova and Eve Polastri (née Park) are to save each other. That was the memo, verbatim, that appeared on my desk some 20 months ago. Yes, I have a desk. Yes, we use paper. It’s ephemeral and magical and it kind of just fizzles into nothing after I’ve read it, but yes, you are right to be surprised that we haven’t gone digital or telekinetic or something more mystical. I digress.
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Villanelle does not laugh, the first time Eve dies in front of her. Well, technically it’s the second but they don’t talk about the first and she didn’t laugh then either.
The second time Eve dies, it is a stabbing. A huge knife buried in her long dark curls. It’s been six months since Villanelle died in front of Eve and Eve figures it’s time to return the favor.
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s4....drabble?!? wtf