(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)
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