The Duelers | A 100 Word Story

#709 | XVIII The Moon - William Wilson | Edgar Allan Poe Tarot

The duel. Set to begin when the clock strikes midnight. Until such time we stand here. We face each other. Our weapons drawn and at the ready. Our faces sweaty and sticky from these damn masks we have to wear.

It is a brave thing we do. To duel at midnight. Under a full moon. But as brave as we are, anonymity is paramount. If I don’t know who I’m about to kill, I will feel less guilty and will get away with murder.

He stares at me. His eyes widening but we remain silent.

Is it not midnight yet?

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