I was sword

If I got the idea make a plan

Not even death could force her hand

It was a note found at my death

Grabbed me by the hair and wrote the rest

 

I was sword

I was sword

 

"No Mail on Sunday" by 45 Words About Birds

 

(Nikita traced the furtive sounds inside her warehouse to an open room where an intruder waited. Sniper Girl seemed to have brought a sword to a gunfight. Still, Nikita was willing to be a good sport. She left her firearm behind a pillar and unhooked the katana she'd taken from the body of one of her trainers, from its place of concealment against the pillar. The warehouse was filled with hidden weapons and traps and she was impressed that Sniper Girl had gotten so far, but she would go no further. She stepped into the room, where fog from outside had crept in, across the floor, and smiled at Sniper Girl.)

This is a prologue to Morgan's picture, here

www.flickr.com/photos/morganwhitfield/49610433871/in/date...

Check it out! :-)

Done