Painful Hope - Drabble

Painful Hope
Drabble, 100 words

 Breath rasping with the agony of what she was about to do, the woman pressed the object of her hope to the rough bloodstained stone. Drawing a cocked pistol, she held the trembling barrel to her target. This dream had become a dagger in her heart that she could no longer live with. At least if it were dead, she would no longer have to bear the pain of keeping a living sacrifice on the altar, would she?

But as eyes met hers, she wavered. For how could she kill in cold blood a dream that bore a human face?

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