Frisky Friday Flash Fiction


Happy Friday! It’s time for another installment in Frisky Friday Flash Fiction. You know the drill. I provide a picture and the first lines of a 300 word story. I’ll post the remainder next week.

Let’s look back at the previous story:

Saving Her

“Taking Care of Business”

I had one job to do—kill the boss’s wife. When she witnessed a crime, he said she became a nuisance. He had someone else to warm his bed. I figured what the boss didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt anyone.

I was wrong.

Her eyebrows knit together. “Mario wants me dead.”

Not a question.

“Yes.” Not really an answer.

Amanda pushes a hand through her bright red locks—a really bad decision she made late one night. “And you’re supposed to do it?”

“Won’t happen.” I check my Glock and slide it into the holster. “You’re coming with me.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I can guarantee you Mario will find you and take care of the job himself.”

Amanda opens the closet, grabs a suitcase, and starts pulling clothes from hangars.

“No time for that, sweetheart. We’ve probably got less than five minutes—”

The front door slams. Heavy steps pound the stairs.


The garment falls from her hand. Her eyes grow wide.

I place a finger to my mouth and then point toward the bathroom. Amanda nods, tears falling from her eyes.

She’s barely out of the room before Mario storms in. “Where the fuck is she?”

“Who?” I take a seat and stare at the asshole. Slowly I remove my shades. Run a hand through my short blond hair.

“Don’t fuck with me! Where the hell is Amanda?”

One… two… three. Exhale. One shot. That’s all I need to take out this motherfucker and keep Amanda safe. I’ll take his jet. Flee the country. We’ll never look back.

Mario closes the distance between us. “You can’t protect her!”

I glance up. The door behind us creaks open.

“I don’t need his protection,” Amanda says.

I hear the click of the pistol. Watch the blood flow from Mario’s chest.

And now, for this week’s story:

He Comes for Me

He’s found me. I’m not quite sure what he expects from me, but I do know what waits for him.


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