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. ❤