Two Sentence Tuesday

I just finished The Burglar Who Painted Like Mondrian by Lawrence Block. This 1983 story features gentleman burglar, Bernie Rhodenbarr. Two lines:

That charged-up sensation, that fire-in-the-blood, every-cell-alive feeling. I've had it ever since I first broke into a neighbor's house in my early teens, and all the intervening years, all the crimes and all the punishments, have not dulled or dimmed it in the slightest.

From a thief to a murderer. My two come from a short story I've been working on for several months titled "Vengeance on the 18th."

Truman raised the pick and brought it down hard into his friend’s temple. He wrestled the pick out of Jackson’s head and went back to digging with the bloody tool dripping specks of brain.

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