Category: Winning

I Chose Poorly

The door to the one-room cabin slammed open, A man’s voice boomed, “Annie!”

Annie jolted up and pushed me out of bed. I bit back a curse when my breast scraped the uneven hardwood. The man strode to the bed and sat on the edge. I sucked in as the mattress sagged dangerously under his weight.

“You wearing anything under that sheet?” His voice dropped a pitch.

“What do you think?” Annie asked.

He chuckled and swung his feet up onto the bed. Annie shrieked, and as the mattress smashed me into the floor, I did, too.

“What the hell?” The man roared, jumped off the bed, and wrenched me out. “Why is there a naked woman under our bed?”

She sat up, bare to the waist. “Because I was screwing her.”

Ummm…

“Another one? Don’t you ever learn?”

I gaped at Annie. “Another what now?”

She waved me off, and my stomach trembled.

“I’m not letting you get rid of this one,” she said.

Get rid of…

“No?” His pulled a wicked knife.

Annie pulled a gun from behind the headboard, and shot him point-blank in the face.

I screamed.

“Shush!”

“But you just killed a man.”

“Yes. I just killed a man. I’m tired of him offing my pets. Pack your things.”

“Pets…?” Oh God. “But you said…”

“I loved you? That’s what you say when you screw someone. Now pack.”

I looked into her mad eyes, then down at the dead man. I packed my things.

Submitted for Thursday Threads, Week 169: The Weird, the Wild, and the Wicked.
Required Phrase: “I just killed a man.”
Placed: Honorable Mention

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The Morning After

Sacred silence sits heavy in the hangar, broken only by the pat of my sneakers. I flip all the right switches, and the lights buzz on. I squint at the brightness and wish I’d stopped to buy that coffee after all. Ouch.

I carry a standing ladder to the plane and flinch when it screeches open against the floor. I sift through my tools, inconsistently successful at preventing the clanks that rattle my brain.

The pills aren’t working. My head pounds. Idiot.

“Just a few drinks,” she’d said, giving her hair that little toss. “How does that sound?”

Entry for Micro Bookends 1.09
Placed: Honorable Mention

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Girls Night

“You want a what?” I twisted my yellowing over-dyed hair into a knot and secured it with a pair of pencils.

“Cupcake vodka, with Limoncello, and a twist of lemon for garnish.”

“Here.” I passed her a slice of lemon poundcake and poured a splash of vodka over the top.

“That’s disgusting, Lu.”

“Well it’s the best you’re gonna get, because I don’t have all the rest of that crap.” I grabbed a cold beer for myself.

Ella scrunched up her nose but shoved the cake in her mouth just the same. “Who is it tonight?”

“Jogger. He runs alone. Passes in front around 10PM.”

“So what’s the plan?”

“He thinks he’s safe in the dark, what with being a man.” I knocked back a good half my beer and belched. “He heads to the park and runs off track into the wooded area. No idea why. But good cover for us.”

“Simple and clean.” Ella picked up her duffle. “Got fresh empty blood bags. Small ice chest for the organs. Better organ preservation bags, since the last one leaked. Oh, and refills of Celsior solution.”

“Excellent.” I strapped on my knives, downed the rest of the beer, and tossed the can across the room into recycling. “Two points! Now let’s go get the man.”

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Submitted for Thursday Threads, Week 114: The Weird, the Wild, and the Wicked.
Required Phrase: “Go get the man”
Placed: First!

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