The Rendezvous

(Photo Credit: C E Ayr)

Two parts Schadenfreude, one-part guilt. This was exactly how Marlisse felt as she briskly half-walked half-ran to the rendezvous point. Coming around the corner, she could spot the back tire as well as the ubiquitous yellow number plate of Robbie’s half hidden bike. Green was not the only colour that Marlisse saw as she neared her meetpoint.

Shrieking hysterically, Marlisse trembled violently as her small briefcase tumbled upon the cobblestoned road. Robbie lay motionless and contorted in a pool of blood. A note pinned to his chest courtesy a dagger running through its side, read, “To Marlisse, with love”

(Word Count: 100)

This story was written as part of the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS challenge, more about which may be found HERE

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9 thoughts on “The Rendezvous

  1. I thought that she was attempting to catch a cheating boyfriend or husband at his rendezvous with his lover. Seeing green was a nice way to convey her jealosy, and even better when placed next to her discovery of the red blood. Very suspenseful and intriguing!

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