The Sunday Whirl


The felon checked his work. The pinpricks would soon close up leaving no evidence of the slithery perpetrator as Joe shoved it into his bag and zipped the lid. “You did nice work” he whispered to the tiny viper. With a chilling sneer Joe completed yet another murderous trip for his employer.

The distraught husband would never miss his payments again and all traces of foul play would be banished in his wife’s ultimate demise after a string of similar attacks. Her heart simply could not take another episode and gave out.


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