• the_novel_idealist

27 November 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday


That had been close.


He smiled around the table, preparing to serve, and they smiled back, oblivious to his reality. All he could think of was the body bagged in pieces in the boot of his car, and how close he had come this time to capture.


Though he cared for them, his family offered only the cover he needed to protect his true identity; but how much longer could he juggle his two lives?


He pulled a ladle from the bowl in the centre of the table and noticed the fleck of blood on his sleeve, with dark contentment. George Morris, never to be seen again.