Late with Payment

I stalked the port till he went alone for a smoke. With a carving knife, I stabbed him twice from behind in the kidney area, and waited for the effect. His mouth formed a silent O, and his eyes glazed.  Shock.  Internal hemorrhage.  He bled on my hand; I should have worn gloves. He reeked of sweat and piss.

Never leave the weapon at the scene. Bad enough they have the body. I rolled him off the dock to buy time, shoved my bloody hands and knife in my hoodie pocket, and walked. Union paid 50k and waived my dues.


Friday Fictioneers: 100-word story

photo prompt: Fatima Fakier Deria

Credit to my husband who gave me the idea for the last line.  He’s vile and treacherous like that. ❤