Assassination

The crosshair was devoid of my target, I was at the top of the Manhattan tower, I run solo, in this field of profession. My prime job was to kill as paid, doing a clean job, almost everything. Things went wrong if I did not plan them properly, organising every minute detail in place ofContinue reading “Assassination”

Once More…

I sat at my usual spot, right beneath the air-conditioner, averse to cold, but it was my usual spot. My fingers rambling across the keyboard, lines of words emerge from the pixelated screen. She sat athwart my seat, colouring, colours frolicked upon the paper, her waned dark-russet hair shielded her complexion. I could not helpContinue reading “Once More…”