Femme Fatale

shoes-and-books-by-magaly-guerrero

Roger couldn’t believe it was ending like this.

The night had been going perfectly. When the leggy redhead came on to him at the bar, he was dumbfounded by his good fortune. Drinks flowed and she draped on him like a cheap suit.

When she led him somewhere private, he went willingly.

So how did he end up flat on the ground looking up into the barrel of her pistol, her lace-up high-heel boot grinding into his chest?

He knew there was a price on his head. He just never thought his hit-man would be the woman of his dreams.

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Magaly Guerrero

Happy weekend! This is written for the weekly flash fiction challenge, Friday Fictioneers. Check out the other 100-word gems of flash fiction here. Many thanks to our lovely host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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