“The apartment’s crap!”
Amanda goes to the window and opens it.
“You call this a quaint view over the river?”
“Well it is a bit … different from the website.”
“You bet your life it is,” she sniggers as I retreat into the room.
I’m sure she hasn’t appreciated the irony of her last remark.
I notice a faint yellowish flash from a top window of the red bricked building opposite, but hear no sound.
Amanda’s face displays surprise as she falls lifeless to the floor.
Taking out my mobile I text “Subject terminated : Send in the cleaners”
I leave expeditiously.
Another week, another Friday Fictioneers entry! This weeks excellent prompt is provided by our host, Rochelle Wisoff Fields herself. Thanks Rochelle!