Earnest T.
Three Word Wednesday CXCVIII: bait, jump, victim
Carefully shopping for each item on his list took time and research. People who were expert had to be approached carefully so they wouldn’t suspect what he was about. He had worked all week on his plans and was certain he was ready. He donned all the special gear, he packed all his tools and slipped out in the pre-dawn darkness. He could hear his own breathing in the silence. He closed the car door with a quiet little snick and winced as the sound of the engine catching pierced the quiet. He eased out of the driveway and went to what would be the site of his victim’s last appearance. He was patiently waiting for the bait to be taken and when it finally happened he was so tense, sweating in the humid dawn, that he jumped and almost lost control of the situation.
At last the job was complete and he packed up, making sure he left no clue that he had disturbed the serenity of the solitary place. One last glance around and savoring the feeling of triumph, he headed home. He quietly eased back into the house and put everything away. He started the coffee pot and when the aroma had filled the house, his wife stumbled to the kitchen in her robe and slippers.
“Hey there sleepy head.” He smiled and kissed her on the forehead handing her a cup.
“How did it go?” She asked after yawning.
“Look in the sink!” He pointed, his face saying everything.
There resting in all it’s glory, was a twelve pound bass.
Cleverly done. Maybe it’s because I just finished working on a somewhat violent ST story, but I was expecting something quite different than a fish!
Fish stories are not my usual thing but I just spent time with my brother and he loves fishing. If you expected something different then I did what I meant to do
Now to go read that somewhat violent ST story!
I would have left the evidence, so I could’t be accused of buying it.
spoken like a true fisherman lol
A clever bit of fishing there. Enjoyed it.
Thank you Anthony
fishing… oh how common it is across the globe.. poor fishes..
yes but they are so tasty fried in butter!
Lovely little twist at the end. I was waiting for a human head or something even worse.
maybe next time
Bwahahaha! I wasn’t expecting a fish, either.
Cool twist!
Not sure what he had done, til I read the last line… and then I revisited the first half of the story. Very crafty wording Dee! Loved it!
I thought: “Give Ms Dee a deadly triumvirate of bait, jump, and victim, I better duck now.” And, of course, you play it all Goth noir to our quivering sensibilities, and then pop the gentlest of surprises on one of your older conditioned readers. Nicely done, Sister Dee. (Well, maybe not gentle to the bass-victim.)
I like that quiet little snick.
well I did murder Earnest T.