Tuesday, November 6, 2012

[55 Fiction ] Silent Killer

He sported a black coat. His eyes – sharp, ready to kill. He was a trained murderer; legally qualified for espionages. He knew tonight was the “big night”. His boss would meet him after the arrangement and appreciate him. He heard a rustle, his boss had come. He hurried up, greeting his boss proudly – ‘woof woof’! ;o)