Wednesday, January 4, 2012

THE ASSASSIN

The assassin was bored with killing, with money, with life. He put a price on his own head—17 million to whoever took him down. They came for him in droves. He marveled at their youth and left them all in pieces. He wasn’t going to make it easy. One day he met a woman, friend-of-a-friend. She had thick ankles, mixed a great cocktail, and made him laugh. Life seemed good, for a while. Then he started wondering, what if she knew about the money? Suddenly, the drinks she mixed tasted funny. Her jokes cut too close to home.

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