Accidents Happen, by K. B. Elijah

I am silent. 

There is no need to be, not with the screams of the children and the raucous laughs of the adults drowning out other noise, but silent is how I have always been, so it is how I remain. Quiet. Unseen. Ruthless.

I dip into buckets of popcorn and cups of mulled wine, leaving behind traces of myself. I slip into the tigers' cages and undo the locks. I tug at an acrobat's ankle, and lodge in the throats of the fire breathers. I loosen bolts on a rollercoaster, and turn off the fire alarm. 
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I am death.

K.B. writes for various international anthologies, and her work features in dozens of collections about the mysterious, the magical and the macabre. Her own books of short fantasy novellas with twists, The Empty Sky and Out of the Nowhere, are available on paperback and Kindle now. Check out her website at www.kbelijah.com