Marred

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

moths

 Copyright –   Madison Woods

Harry’s limp body was sprawled in the back alley, blood stain on his shirt blossoming under the street light.
“You fucked me up real bad.”
She stood over him, inhaling the night air inwrought with the scent of death.
“I would never thought old Carfano would send his own daughter after me. Was any of it real….or just another job?”
The second bullet entered his brain, extinguishing the light in his eyes, freezing the questioning smile on his lips.
Like moths to the flame, they were drawn to her. Walking away, she flexed her shaking hand. Just another job.

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44 thoughts on “Marred

  1. Makes me think immediately of “The Sting” i.e. the female hitman (woman) who was given to job of killing Robert Redford – but only after they’d shacked up for the night. Very visual. Cheers!

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  2. That a woman is a killer always makes me doubly sad. I remember my Mum telling me when she was growing up on a farm, women would not slaughter chickens because they were considered to to be life-givers, not life-takers. But your story is wonderfully told.

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  3. I love the music, it fits perfectly. Great story with so much there, but not said. I also noticed the shaking hand, and that she was the (probably) boss’s daughter. Doing her work, I guess, no matter what.

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