Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

A quote: “Being noticed can be a burden. Jesus got himself crucified because he got himself noticed. So I disappear a lot.” ~~ Bob Dylan

I’ll start with a story …

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I’m old. I’m tired. Time was when payment arrived in a briefcase, old bills non-sequential. Now delivery’s with a click, proxy servers, ghost accounts.

My skills are intact. Discreet, quiet, thorough. I can complete a job and be seated in first class, smiling at the comely stewardess over a glass of Billecart-Salmon Cuvee before the coroner slaps on his first set of latex gloves.

It was a game. A deadly one that all the participants, even he-who-waited upon police photographers, knew the risks.

Somehow in the last decade things changed. Targets shifted. Looking down my scope I knew.

I’m gone.

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Now, it’s your turn.
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2 Comments
  • Cameron says:

    The view was breathtaking and the air silent in spite of the crowded city below us. He was standing at the edge and admired the view. As I walked up to him, he put one hand on my shoulder then pointed the other hand towards the vista before us. Time stopped so I could hear his words.

    “All this I will give you if you bow down and worship me.”

    I shook my head. “Too high a price for me and I only have one master.” I turned my back to him and took the stairs down without looking back.

  • Charles N. Steele says:

    The prime minister of the Republic sneered at the “final” offer from the Confederation ambassador. Both sides’ missiles remained ready.

    I took the minister’s hand-scrawled response. She had capitulated on two of my three points. Thinking furiously, I scribbled my answer and handed it to the ambassador.

    The ambassador frowned, gave her counteroffer. I scribbled and handed to the minister. “Yes.” The ambassador, stunned, mumbled “yes.”

    At last! My people are no longer trapped between the Republic and the Confederation. As I walk away with my translator’s fee, the minister and ambassador bend to sign the document they cannot read.

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