Microfiction

6/7/2016
Waldog



     Careful, honey, it’s loaded
ed,” he said, reentering the bed-
room.
     Her back rested against the
headboard. “This for your wife?”
     “No. Too chancy. I’m hiring
a professional.”
     “How about me?”
     He smirked. “Cute. But who
would be dumb enough to hire a
lady hit man?”
     She wet her lips, sighting
along the barrel.
     “Your wife.”


Bedtime Story by Jeffrey Whitmore



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