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Siren
His boots scuffed towards me.
I felt dust settle gentle on my skin.
“Well, what
have we here?”
Whisky
breath stained my nostrils.
“What can I
do for you little lady? Hell, I see you’re no lady... I ain’t no gentleman
neither, so it’s all about what you can do for me.”
I tasted the
heat of his desire sour in my mouth.
“What’s your
name Honey?”
“Anathema.” Yes,
he was mine alright.
“What you
doin’ here, alone?
He leaned
close and pawed at me.
I snapped his neck with long
practiced ease.
“I’m cursed to kill creeps
throughout eternity.”
100 Words
This was written for Stevie McCoy's Tuesday Tales 59 over at Glitterword
Great last line! I was totally it that room though. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Kate.
DeleteStories with strong last lines or last line pay-offs have got increasingly unpopular with editors. I should have been born in O Henry's time! But flash is ideally suited to this sort of tale where, even if readers' don't connect with the punch line, they haven't invested too much in it anyway.
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