Today's OneWord: Glove
Tracey removed the glove from her left hand and let her fingers descend into the open chasm in the victim's throat. The sounds she heard as she dug through his flesh and tendons certainly weren't...appealing, to say the least. Nor was the texture of her excavation particularly enticing. Still, once her fingernails struck metal, it was as if she had found gold nuggets in the deep West. "There," she grunted as she extracted a rather impressive piece of shrapnel. "That's a murder weapon for ya."