A rose. A gunshot. A letter.
He smirked as he left the barren old house. Everything had gone according to plan. And, of course, no one would know it was him. How oh how he loved this job.
Murder. One of the things that brought him joy in life. The rush of killing, then covering up tracks- to go without it for long was too much. This one in particular would last him for a while, however. It had been a government employee, and a powerful one at that- making their death most definitely a noticeable one.
And to think: to cover this up, all it had taken was a rose, a gunshot, and a letter. So simple alone, yet together they wove the perfect story to leave behind.
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General FictionSome prompts that I made up. If you want to use them, please ask first via private message.. I reserve all rights to them, and they may only be used with my permission. Thanks! :) -Kyla
