Life happened. As it does. I think I’m mostly through ducking now. For the moment. Maybe.
Anyway.
Have a Friday Fictioneers story.
The End is the Beginning
Copyright Marie Gale Stratford
Amy blinked, squinting against the light half-blocked by the wine bottles. “Authentic Italian cuisine,” the advertisement had promised. She’d had better spaghetti in her high school cafeteria.
But the bottles served their purpose.
She twisted the ring around her finger. The man across the table from her gave her an almost gentle smile. Amy returned it. “I’ve never done this before,” she said sheepishly.
“Don’t worry, doll,” he grinned. “It’s easy after the first time.”
Amy nodded, looking at the papers between them.
“So. $25,000 to kill him, plus ten percent of the insurance into a private fund. Right?”
An Unperfect Life 
Dear Jessica,
Perhaps she went to an Italian high school. 😉 It’s easy after the first time? Yikes. Good story.
shalom,
Rochelle
But which of them will be doing this a second time? One or both?
janet
Only the shadow knows… *plays mysterious music*
Good title. The beginning of Amy’s career. Well told.
Marg