THE GREAT BETRAYAL
By Neel Anil Panicker
He kicked her in the heel one more time, just to be sure.
He needn’t have.
The Swiss Army knife had done a fine job: neatly separating head from torso with a precision that would make a butcher proud.
A slight speck of dust hurled itself into the rarefied air.
The middle of December is an unlikely time for a hill top murder but then Mary had left Michael with no choice.
Like a dog that clings on to the lone bone thrown at him, she, for the past twenty hours, had held to her chest the brown leather bag, the one that held the five million dollars, the spoils of the bank heist.
“Let it die down… all this heat. In the meantime, let’s bury this”.
Mary had bought his spiel.
“I know of a place”, she had added.
He bent down to pick the bag. Even in death her fingers held onto it. He extricated it after prising the fingers open.
‘Damn it, frigid and now, so rigid too’, he cursed under his breath.
It was then that he remembered. `
The chocolates. Oh! How much she loved them.
‘Would do no harm to have one now.’
He ruffled through her jacket pockets and found one.
Standing erect, with his legs resolutely rooted to the rocky edges, and with the mountain air biting into his ears, Michael opened the thin paper foil and slipped the dark sweet into his mouth.
He rolled the pleasure all around his tongue. Seconds later, as the square piece hit his upper palate, he let out a sigh and then, his legs gave way, and he fell off the ridge, deep into the valley.
Revenge is a very sweet game.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Joy Pixley. Thank you Joy for our photo prompt this week!
FFfAW Challenge-Week of December 20, 2016
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Week of 12-20 through 12-26-2016