It would help if they didn’t wiggle so much. But boss says it’s cleaner, quieter this way. I do as boss says.
I tie the cinder block to the potato sack full of human refuse, then toss the concrete over the bridge. It hangs in midair.
“No! Don’t do this!” the sack shouts. Damn, he’s undone his gag somehow. I hate it when they do that. Now I have to pick him up and toss him by the legs so he won’t bite me.
He splashes into the canal. I wait ten minutes to confirm the job is done.
This was written for the June 6th Carrot Ranch prompt, splash. It actually took me a bit to figure out what to write for this one, but you know what? I really like gangster stories, and I like the story of Rasputin (which this reminds me of a little).
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I think you and I wrote about the same guy today….
I’ll have to check yours out soon! 😛
Ha! Just give ‘im concrete goulashes! And keep the gag tight 😉
I like to imagine that the guy got away like in the Count of Monte Cristo.
ooh… yeah – I like that. Hard to do if you had concrete in your goulashes 😉
Nasty, nasty, nasty. But I liked the read 🙂
I wanted to get into a thug’s head. Not the guy who makes the plans, just the guy who does what he’s told.
Well, I’d say you achieved that, achieved it very well. 🙂
You dirty rat.
😉 I was the one that got away, hehe
Nice gangster vibe, an assassin with a tender rock heart. Also, I’m liking the new banner. Great branding!
Thank you! I’m hoping to look more professional. Can’t hurt, right?
It won’t hurt at all to invest in professional development.