The cool breeze in his face blew what little hair Simon had left. He loved driving his motorboat wide open out to sea. Just light enough in the morning so he was legal without running lights. The seas were a little rough and the bundle bounced off the seat. No worries, it wasn’t going anywhere, and he would be to his spot in less than fifteen minutes. He cut the motor and dumped the weighted bundled over the port side of his boat. Bubbles rose as the package sank. Simon smiled, who is going to miss yet another homeless person?
Pamela Kennedy
29/11/2019 04:17:07 pm
Thumbs up...short and sinister
NT Franklin
30/11/2019 09:08:49 am
Thanks for the kind words!
Jane Reid
30/11/2019 09:35:05 pm
Chilling.
NT Franklin
1/12/2019 04:39:16 am
Thanks for reading my work!
T Maguire
1/12/2019 08:47:56 am
Whoa, that was diabolically done.
NT Franklin
1/12/2019 10:18:08 am
Thanks Toni Comments are closed.
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