Wednesday, December 17, 2008

short short story


Bedtime Story

"Careful, honey, it's loaded," he said, re-entering the bedroom.

"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."


- Jeffrey Whitmore


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