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Submitted to Contest #105
Sparks I’d always enjoyed blowing stuff up. It wasn’t the vocation my parents would have chosen, but hey, it pays the bills, and the way I work pays better than most. Nines’s latest proposal should see us cashing in a few hundred k’s each. Her excruciating eye for detail means she’s usually spot on with her estimates too. It’s also the reason she gets a bigger cut than me and Mickey. He’s just the muscle see, three hundred pounds of testosterone. Not the brightest bulb but he can intimidate pretty much anyone, into doing pretty much anything...
Submitted to Contest #103
TW: Sexual harassment, Murder. Sarah filled her lungs. The air here was clearer than any she’d ever tasted. She couldn’t have chosen a better place for a fresh start. She dawdled along the garden path, bluebells and buttercups sprang from the grass on either side, filling the air with their sweet perfume. The sun shone and bees were busy at work. Her life had become a biscuit tin scene. She got a great deal on her little cottage, it needed some work, but Sarah could just feel the building had good bones, after all it had stood there for a ...
Submitted to Contest #102
The Assassin: The broken streetlight provided ample cover from curtain twitchers. He was at home in the shadows but that didn’t make the winter chill any less biting. A blue sedan pulled up across the street. A car he recognised as belonging to his mark. The file had been sparse this time, meaning he had to tail this one for weeks. At least all the hours invested meant that he knew Henry Allan and his wife quite well. Not that there was much to know. The couple went to work and came home. Bridge on Fridays. Dinner at his mothers on Sundays....
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