#angel
She stepped into the moonlight and followed the glow: a baby angel, hair curled like an emperor's. Behind the polished orbs of his shoulders, a pair of feathery wings, wet, as though just painted. She drew him in, stroked his satin back, as her wish turned to gold dust.
#already
The film had already started when he slipped into the seat behind them. He knew she'd be there. Social media...
He didn't want her anyway. Too vain.
He waited until she did her thing. Lifted her sleek golden mane with two hands and let it drop in a wave.
Then he snipped.
#assassinate
Baz had cut out the newspaper letters perfectly. Now to stick them on the ransom note.
I Am gOInG TO ASInUaTE YOU.
He tried again...
AnaSSINATE.
No.
anISSuATE
I Am gOInG TO kILl YoU.
That had a better ring to it.
Now to find a second class stamp.