Montross
Montross came back on Thursday night, uninvited and unwanted. His stench filled my office and his left ear fell from his repulsive, decomposing head.
“Evening,” I said, trying to keep my voice even and steady, not at all suspicious. “May I help you?”
“Sheriff,” he seethed. “I am here to kill the person who murdered me.”
I was mystified. “You don’t think I killed you, do you?”
“No, Sheriff, I know it wasn’t you.” He tapped his crooked, rotting finger on the desk. “But it was your mistress, and once she gets done sucking your dick, I’ll get my revenge.”
Naughty and nice! Good stuff!
Comment by Bob Eccles — February 21, 2012 @ 4:54 pm
Bob Eccles has said it best: “Naughty and nice!” Great job, Mr. Case.
Comment by Rob M. Miller — February 21, 2012 @ 9:41 pm
Thanks for the comments Bob and Rob! These “naughty and nice” pieces are so fun to write!
Comment by Chad Case — February 22, 2012 @ 6:30 pm
Great story and surprise ending!
Comment by Jennifer Mccullah — February 23, 2012 @ 6:21 pm
So – he was doing the Sheriff two favours ;)
Comment by Oonah V Joslin — February 24, 2012 @ 1:56 pm
Thanks Jennifer! And LOL at Oonah’s comments!
Comment by Chad Case — February 24, 2012 @ 2:28 pm