It was not about the thrill, either, though that certainly played a part: the rush of exhilaration when the knife slides in, the desperate knowledge in the other man’s eyes, the slow leaching of life onto the cobblestones.
More than anything, he realized, it was about the notoriety one achieves on accomplishing such a task, the implicit admission that one is worth such a sum. Henceforth he would be known, in those circles where such things were known, as the man who killed the Blackthorne’s son.
He mused on this as he made his way to the place where he was to meet his employer. He composed speeches in his mind: casual, with a hint dropped here, a mysterious smile playing there about his lips and eyes; or perhaps prideful, with a touch of malice. He liked to be thought of as dangerous.
But the lady had not stayed to listen, had not even cared enough to ask his name. She paid him and left, disappearing into the shadows a bare moment before her manservant cut his throat.
No, it was not about the money, in the end. That would have been easier to bear, he thought wistfully, as he watched his own nameless blood spilling out on the pavement in a wretched alley in the lowest quarter of the city, a purse full of gold at his hip.
You should write a creative response using the given word. You must use the word in your response, and you must use it correctly. Your response can be no fewer than 33 and no more than 333 words. This week’s word is:
wretched adjective \ˈre-chəd\
1: deeply afflicted, dejected, or distressed in body or mind2: extremely or deplorably bad or distressing <was in wretched health> <a wretched accident>
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