Today’s Friday Fiction is courtesy of microcosmsfic.com. 300 word short story using the following elements.
Character: Seamstress Setting: Second-hand Shop Genre: Crime
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“Come in child.” She said from the doorway. Her raven hair, streaked purple under the hanging light, had been tied into a bun that pulled her face taut. Jade eyes gleamed with the cluster of gold hanging around her neck, watching the man hesitate on the porch of the second-hand shop simply named Thimble.
“Thank you.” he tucked the fedora under his arm and slipped within the gloom, hands clutching and unfurling as his gaze swept around the room. Racks lined the walls and twisted across the room, pouring with various sewing machines likely seen in an antique shop. The air swam with incense and lavender over the musk of perfume she wore.
“I’m looking for…”
“Hush. Follow me.”
She trailed a shawl that matched her hair. Arms raised like T-Rex claws led to limp hands adorned with jewels on arched fingers, leading the way into the establishment. They traipsed through the maze of shelves toward a table where a sewing machine sat to the side of it. Two high-back wooden chairs had been arranged across each other. The woman plunked down into one of them.
“Sit.” She raised her eyes at him until he carefully slid in. Clasped hands rested on the table. They sat in silence while the woman stared.
“It’s my wife!” he finally shouted, then sheepishly lowered his head, “It’s my wife.” he said softer.
“I am well aware. That is why you came to me. For protection, yes?”
He nodded. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. Eyes scanned the room nervously.
“What is your fee?”
Now it was her turn to rest her hands on the table, laid flat over one another,
“No charge at all.”
A smile edged his lips in uncertainty,
“The body… is in the trunk of the car.”