Thursday, 16 June 2016

Murder App - Flash Fiction

The assassin’s paymasters had paid other masters of their trade to piggyback the software. The geosocial sex app now became the locus of a most decidedly unsocial hook-up; La petite mort supplanted by la grande mort. That final great big kiss off. A lust for life terminating in its extinction. The lovelorn, the unfaithful and the promiscuous, formed the largest pool for her to locate her designated targets. On any evening, it was only a question of time before the right matching profile loomed into her focus. The lamb for slaughter gambolling right up into her lupine claws. Of course her own (faked) love profile was out there in the ether along murder mile and occasionally people wandered up to engage her. But one glower from her murderous countenance was enough to make them scoot on past. The only protection against this Trojan Horse was chastity. But the names that got on the paymasters’ list were not there because they were exemplary citizens. 


4 comments:

ganymeder said...

I really like this!

ganymeder said...

I really like this!

Larry Kollar said...

Weeding out the evildoers? There's an app for that.

Helen A. Howell said...

There seems to be an app for everything these days! Nice work!