It’s time to (very briefly) revisit the nameless assassin. I haven’t written a story about him in a while, and this week’s prompt was a good match for his verbose nature.
He does so like the sound of his own voice.
Sadly, this story doesn’t really get at his overall character. If you’d like to know him better, check out the full series. It’s kind of fun.
As has been the trend lately, the prompt is from The Prediction:
100 words maximum, excluding the title, of flash fiction or poetry using all of the three words above (‘fine’, ‘jargon’, and ‘pecuniary’) in the genres of horror, fantasy or science fiction.
Ideally, I’m a ghost. In and out without a trace of evidence. That’s my preference. But the client was adamant. She wanted him to know.
Fine. It’s not my style, but fine. Customer service and all.
Of course, he had questions. I suppose that’s fair. I’d feel similarly inquisitive were I in his shoes. So I tried to be respectfully, chiefly by being frank.
“Candice hired me. In the parlance of my profession, you’re the mark.”
“But why?!” he pleaded.
I shrugged. “Pecuniary needs.”
I’m not sure what confused him more. The gun at his head or my jargon.