Fiction
Kill One,
Get One Freeby David Rachels
You could tell it was an old woman’s head because most of it was still attached to an old woman’s body. Me, I knew what it was because I had seen it when it still looked like a head. That, and because I was the one who made it not look like a head anymore.
Her name was Virginia Florence, and she was my first kill. I stood there longer than I should have, amazed by what I had done, staring at the head that didn’t look like a head anymore. I stood there in the middle of the park until I saw people coming my way, and then I snatched the envelope from inside her coat and ran when I should have been long gone already. I ran for a block, and then I stopped running because I was acting like I had just killed someone. Which, of course, I had.
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