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 –
A woman screaming – loud, pulsating, high pitched.
He watched through the dimly lit room – saw a sword swinging….
Stopping at his feet……
Staring dead eyes.