Fifty-Five Word Challenge Week 11

“Where are we going?” she whispered.

Rollen smiled wickedly. Nodding to his fellow pixies, only fireflies to the nervous child,  he led her down the dock.  He could see his boat in the distance.

“Somewhere they will never find us.”

Rollen waited until the child splashed into the water before unsheathing his knife.

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