Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Endplay

3 Word Wednesday entry.

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A corpse is an ebbed out wave.

Chuckle. Good.

Squats beside and inspects.

The exit wound.

Where?

Pointing to it. There.

Let there be light.

Nod.

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Phone rings. Thanks.

What time?

10 : 30

That is too late. He was seen entering the house at 9:30. What did he wait for?

Not him. Her. Stave it off for us may be.

Negotiating with a serial killer. Click tongue.

We are always late aren't we?

Well at least we know who it is the next time.

Yeah. Not random anymore.

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9 comments:

ThomG said...

a very chilling read.

gautami tripathy said...

Liked the darkness of it.

non-negotiable

Timothy P. Remp said...

A noir detective story! Well done.

-Tim

Dee Martin said...

loved that first line. this was creepy but in a good way.

Vivek said...

@ThomG,@Gautami,@Timothy,@Dee,

Thank you all for your kind words :-)

Tumblewords: said...

Fascinating style and story!

geeta said...

A dark detective story....it was a good read

~*. D E E P A .* ~ said...

if it is known who the next victim is , cant he/she be saved ???

Vivek said...

@Tumblewords, @Geeta,

Glad that you liked it :)

@Deepa,

I seriously have no clue!

I guess I ran out of words to use up after 'random'.

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