Solanj sized up the path, deserted even at mid-day, this would do nicely. A lovely place for a gentleman to take a lady for a moonlight stroll. The symetrical trees and shrubs concealed many a covert alcove where lovers would be safe from prying eyes. A perfect place for the garroting of an evil aristocrat. Solanj fingered the gold ring on her hand, it’s cabochon stone concealing a poison dart. Her bracelet of lavender silk cord braided with strong silver wire wrapped easily around her dainty wrist, unrolled into an effective garrot. Solanj the most feared assassin of her age, never concealed a weapon. After all who would presume to question a lady’s jewelry.
She moved on silent engines. The Magistrate had fled to this isolated spot evading the local authorities who hadn’t the resources to bring him to justice. But Solanj did. The islanders were understandably vindictive. He hurt their children. The lucky ones had died, some lived, damaged beyond redemption. Solanj thought of the screaming girl. Kept heavily sedated, she still screamed, every day, all day, until she fell into a drug induced comatose state. Yes, thought Solanj, the Magistrate must pay, not just die, but pay. She lashed the wheel into place to maintain her course and began sharpening her knives.
The waters were beginning to settle now. Ripples remained in only two lanes. Charley called “all right you git, enough of your foolishness, OUT!”
When there was no response, Charley dove in. Too late, far too late. The Prince of Farshite and his second in command were already purple and bloated by the time they surfaced. A quick reaction to the poison. Charley muttered viciously,”assassin.”
A tall, voluputuous woman made her way quickly but calmly down the street. Around the corner, shed the disguise and a few seconds later, Solanj continued down the street in her delicate, petite glory.
Solanj stared into the refrigerator. Bits stared back. Left over this, unused that. A memory stirred. “No love, no hate, no fear, no fate” she whispered her mantra until it passed. There was only the job. Solanj quickly shut the door and went back to cleaning her weapons.
The asylum was vast, and old. Aiyana was sufficiently recovered from her injuries to be allowed out. Nothing remained wrong with her physically. She had no recollection of who she was, where she was from or what wretched events brought her here.Continue reading “The Old Asylum”→
She sat in the bistro looking out at the scene on the sidewalk, taking in the wild cacophony of sound and color that was the energy of this city. Her latte sat untouched, next to an empty notebook as she played the tourist. Solanj looked around, she would have preferred a more private setting for this meeting but the man claimed to have information about her sister’s attackers so she hadn’t tried too hard to change the location of the meet. Continue reading “Meeting at the Bistro”→
For 50 Word Thursday brought to us this week by talesfromthemindofkristian.
Flash fiction in increments of 50 words, inspired by photo and words: “How could anyone be tired of London?” – Bizarre London by David Long
A Lady’s Jewelry
How could anyone grow tired of London? Tonight’s symphony was an epic event, attended by diplomats and royalty. The mission was simple, kill Governor Tuck … quietly.Continue reading “A Lady’s Jewelry”→
The rigid formality of the place suffocated her. It was too much like the stark formal walls of the asylum. An exceedingly odd place to find a mark but Solanj didn’t question. She waited behind one of the massive stone columns unwinding her bracelet. Continue reading “A Very Odd Mark”→
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This week’s words to go with the photo prompt: Fooling, fooling, too much fooling.” (Astrid Lindgren, Pippi Longstocking)
Dressed like a clown, no one paid much notice as she wandered about the fair. She spotted the Ring Master, a pudgy man with taste for young girls, standing near the horses. Solanj skipped lightly to his side, singing to the crowd “fooling, fooling, too much fooling” as she bumped him comically. Continue reading “Nobody’s Fool”→
Your prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 29th is brought to you by Jim! Click here to find his last post and say hi while you’re there! Jim’s word for our prompt today is “dirty.” Use it anywhere in your post or make it the theme of your post. And remember, if it’s not safe for work, please mention that fact either early on or in the title of your post. Have fun!
“Oooohhh that dirty, rotten, scum sucking, frog humping son of a motherless goat!” Irena stomped and fumed around the small living area of her flat. He had robbed her! Her purse still lay opened on the sofa with it’s contents spilled across the cushion. He money, credit cards, and car keys were gone. Continue reading “Just Jot it January # 29”→