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He was in my shop again, the heartless man, but I suppose he
was only doing his job.
He coughed discreetly, clearing his throat.
“So you don’t know
why she would be in a park at such a late hour sir?”
“No. We don’t have
any friends as such in this town, except Franz and Bertha who live next door”.
Franz that bastard! Did he think I would never find out?
I knew he would remain silent, Bertha’s family was not known
for forgiveness.
“The weapon remains untraceable too”.
The cuckoo sang as the red tipped hand reached the hour.
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Here we go clocking another week of the Friday Fictioneers.
Word Count : 100.
Like last week am going for two submissions. The first one can be found here -> Inheritance
Word Count : 100.
Like last week am going for two submissions. The first one can be found here -> Inheritance
To read other stories by the Fictioneers this week click here
I hope the heartless man doesn't look too closely at that clock and it's red-tipped hand!
ReplyDeleteNow that would be totally heartless ;-)
DeleteAnd this is what then happened after the bequest?
ReplyDeleteThe stories are unrelated but It could happen ;-)
DeleteI don't really know who is the heartless one in this story.
ReplyDeleteMaybe because we don't look at ourselves the same way.
DeleteVery intriguing indeed!
ReplyDeleteThanks Lisa.
DeleteTake that clock to forensics now! Interesting take on the prompt. Jilly, Sugar on the Bee.
ReplyDeleteOr maybe wipe the clock clean ;-)
DeleteWho'd have thought the innocent little cuckoo could murder? At least I'm imagining that's how his unfaithful partner came to die. Presumably she was an deasier target than Franz.
ReplyDeleteAnd that is how it rolled. But I don't know if he is going to get away in the end.
DeleteLooks like time ran out for the pair. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteWhen the little hand is on 12..... ;-)
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