Evan Quinlan

Blood Money

In Drabbles, Fiction, Short Stories on April 18, 2011 at 2:47 pm

What happens to checks after they’re cashed?

I wasn’t always a hitman.

One morning a sinister-looking pen appeared on my cubicle desk.  Somebody called for my boss; I wrote down their name; the line went dead.  Turns out they disappeared.  Turns out anybody’d disappear after I wrote their name with that pen.

Red ink.  Blood-like.

I made millions.  The ultimate hitman.  No mess.  Even I didn’t know where they went.

Until I got careless.

Helplessly I stare up from the paper; two-dimensional; nothing but a name written in red ink.  And I wonder, what happens to checks after they’re cashed?


Topic (a sinister-looking pen appears on an office-worker’s desk) chosen by Gregg Daniels, who also wrote his own drabble.

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