I don’t need anything really.
Certainly not cutlery.
But I watch them eating and their forks are tantalizing.
The man drinks ale — good — that will make him sluggish.
The woman reaches for her iPhone — good — she’s distracted now.
I look to the left — no waitress.
To the right — no other clients.
This is easy, it’s time to act.
e and grab the fork
The woman screams, the man is soaked in ale as I add another shiny object to my stash.
It’s time to find a wife and go from stealth to murder.
For some reason I could only imagine a magpie in that tree, and we all know what magpies do best, I thought a little humor wouldn’t hurt after writing all serious stories.
Rochelle selects the prompt, and the bar. I just write and read. Join us drabbling 100 word stories every week.
October 18, 2017