Wet Work

by Catherine Bader

His wife didn’t know he was CIA.  She was with him in Thailand.  It was their 10th anniversary and the wet work was a quick one.

He left for a “meeting.”  He’d be back within the hour.

Crazy cult group.  Hundreds of kills attributed to them.

Candles lit.   Hideous faces… midnight black robes.

They tied him to a chair.

Deformed, misshapen face…. Demon-ridden eyes…. Needle-sharp teeth.  Whispered –

Watch…

A woman screaming – loud, pulsating, high pitched.

He watched through the dimly lit room – saw a sword swinging….

Head rolling.

Stopping at his feet……

His wife….

Staring dead eyes.

 

 

 

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