The end of the line


“It was a mistake! Please don’t do this.” Sean pleaded with his boss John aka The Baptist, a name earned by the way he drowned his enemies in the river.

Trains screeched to a halt outside the old warehouse where he was bound and tied to a chair.

“You snitch.” A fist pounded his left temple. “Police informant all this time. After all I’ve done for you?” Another punch. The room spun.

“Please… my family, my kids”, he tasted blood.

“I’m afraid it’s the end of the line for you.”

A black hood was thrown over his head.

98 words


This was written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle where we’re challenged to write flash fiction in 100 words or less. I love doing it and it helps hone my writing skills by being concise and leaving out the unnecessary.