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‘Dressed To Kill’ – A Macabre Tale For 3WW

This somewhat macabre piece was written in response to the three words posted this week by 3WW. They were – bulky, resign, mist.

Dressed To Kill

If anyone found out he knew he would have to resign. That would be followed by the inevitable inquiry and a good chance of a lengthy prison sentence. He had no choice but stop her before anything was said. A shame really. Another time, another place and things might have been so different. Always a sucker for a pretty face and a great pair of legs, he’d allowed himself to be tricked, to be taken for a ride. An experience he hadn’t enjoyed and something she had to pay for.

This heavy mist was fortuitous; finally Lady Luck seemed to have taken his side. He dragged the bulky bundle from his car, across the clearing and into the trees. Despite the thick black bin liners and the heavy use  of parcel tape he’d still managed to accentuate the delightful curves of her body. Even dressed from head to toe in black plastic, he still thought she had a certain radiance about her.

He dug silently for over an hour, keen to ensure that the hole was not too shallow. He didn’t want her  found too quickly. As he shone his torch on to his evenings work he felt the bundle move against his foot. The drug he’d given her was finally wearing off. He knelt down and carefully cut three holes in the plastic, two where her eyes were and one in front of her mouth. He positioned his torch by the tree so that she could clearly see him. He couldn’t see her, but could imagine the terror in those pretty eyes.

It was not until he gently lowered her into the prepared grave did she start to scream. They continued, unabated, as he slowly start to shovel the freshly dug soil back into the hole. He left covering her head until the end; he wanted her to see just how much he was enjoying this. The screams became more muffled as the wet soil fell on her face.

As he walked away he thought for a moment he could still hear those tortured screams coming from the earth beneath his feet, he knew they couldn’t last. By morning the woods would be silent once more and his problem dealt with. He smiled; this had been a good night.

MikeJackson©2012

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Now that I'm retired I have more time to devote to writing my blog and creating short stories.

7 thoughts on “‘Dressed To Kill’ – A Macabre Tale For 3WW

  1. Well done. I just noticed this posting while visiting to read your #FridayFictioneer posting. What day of the week are the 3 words given? Are there any general rules other than what I’ve read on the host page? Length? Topic Restrictions?

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