(Author’s note: I am hoping to be posting more in the upcoming summer season. Especially since I won’t have TV to watch, and hopefully I won’t be tested and tired more than I am already. Enjoy tonight’s music and fiction!)
by Miles H. Rost
He took in everything from his corner of the bar.
He noticed a man of his size walking into the bar, and beelining towards him.
“So, ‘Hank’, why am I here?” the man asked ‘Hank’.
“It’s my place for meetings.”
“In the middle of the Caribbean? I had to plunk down a chip to get here.”
“You’re wanted for a job.”
The man sat down, his eyes never moving.
“They want you to take a singer out.”
“Out to dinner, a movie?”
“Who’s the singer?”
The man blinked. ‘Hank’ gave him an envelope.
“Do it quickly, please.”
Oh, that is vicious, scheduling a hit on yourself….wicked! Great telling of it!
Great story , Miles!
This was original, but if he had some nasty terminal illness, that could offer an explanation. Money troubles? I could also see this as staging his own death in some way, although that wasn’t mentioned.
Loved it! Great spin on the photo. :o)
Didn’t expect the ending! Nice.
I too did not expect that ending. So many unanswered questions.
Cannot be an easy decision to put a hit on our own person!
Well, that’s different! Nice one.
My story is called ‘Someone’
This was a nice little twisty story. I’m not a big Julio Iglesias fan but I liked the song, too.
Oy. Creepy. I played the music while I was reading–provided great atmosphere 🙂
I was surprised by the ending. I loved it!
That’s different! Well done!
Oh dear. Well at least he’s chosen where he wants to die.
Interesting and though provoking. My initial reaction is “What a coward!” but then….
I think I would have quietly left town instead.