Karma’s Cut

“Damn!” Mandy hollered when the sharp-nozzled vacuum hose cascaded to meet shinbone flesh already scarred by early-teen shaving hacks. “That’s gonna hurt me,” she lamented.

Stooping to retrieve the utensil, she peeked under her armpit in case anyone witnessed her sucking up passenger glass Pam kicked out the night before. “Just act casual. Can’t have anybody see me clean the blood.”

A high cost would come with suspicion of just what evidence was actually being purged. “A little bird might sing to the cops,” Mandy mouthed under her breath as she pulled of the Quick Wash and onto the street.    

100-Word Challange: Bird

Image courtesy Heath Parsons (creative commons) via Flickr

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Filed under country noir, fiction, writing

4 responses to “Karma’s Cut

  1. Tara R.

    Chilling. I like when you go dark, this has great detail.

  2. Tammy

    hmmmm….love a good mystery. Now you got me wondering!

    • I saw her in Springfield, but she could’ve easily been in Marshall, Sedalia, Cole Camp or Fair Grove. Makes me give people the side-eye and quickly drive away from them. #NotOnlyInTheOzarks

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