Fruit punch splattered her dress, the shimmering silver fabric stained with neon red splotches. She looked like a walking disease. “What the hell did you do that for?”
The man smiled, wiping his large hand on a cocktail napkin. “That drink wasn’t meant for you.”
No matter. He was always prepared.
Tugging his shirt cuffs so they peeked out a quarter inch, he glanced at the puddle under her feet. “You’re welcome. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
He patted the extra vial of poison in his pocket, pleased at how easy his job had become after just one kill.
Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch
March 16, 2016 prompt: Just One – In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about the idea of “just one.” If all it takes is just one, what is the story?
Okay, so here’s a perfect example of my #Tweets4Blogs idea. I was running out of time to get this 99 word writing prompt in on time. My six word story from Twitter sparked an idea and 93 words later…here we are. 🙂 The original tweet was:
“That drink wasn’t meant for you.”