Here was my 'winning' entry...
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-151-2016-winter-equinox-preliminary-round-moby-dick-bcracket/
And Iron Writer Weekend Quickie 174 is up!
Here's the place to go to see all 'entries'...
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-174
And here's mine :-)
174 – image above, “out with the old, in with the new”, death, services rendered
"Why
me?" She flicked the ash off the top of her cigarette and took a sip of
the warm short coffee.
"For
services rendered? How would I know, I am merely the messenger. And the
executioner," said the black suit. A particular bulge protruding from
inside kept the other customers away.
"And
what would be gained from my death?" she asked. The cigarette burned down
in red flame as she sucked the nicotine and smoke down into her lungs.
"Pleasure?"
"For
you?"
"Do
you get pleasure from your job?" he asked, checking the bar for any
interest in their conversation.
"Immense
pleasure. Immense."
"As
do I. It is not every day I take someone out in, and I quote, "the most
excruciatingly way possible". I will enjoy the next few...days."
"Days?
My, I didn't know I had it in me." She stubbed out what was to be her last
indulgence. A mother passed by the window pushing a baby in a pram. "Out
with the old, in with the new. End on a cliché, why don't I," she said
with a smile.
"Out
of curiosity, madam, and for my records, what's your profession?" He got
his chloroformed handkerchief ready.
"Critic."
No comments:
Post a Comment