Mike’s dinner

This piece of flash fiction continues the piece called Mike’s assignment.

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Photo Copyright: Marie Gail Stratford

As the restaurant closed, two men one shorter than the other wearing all black and holding pistols appeared behind the waitress. The shorter man shot her once in the head. The taller man pulled Ashley from the seat by her hair.

He placed the gun to her temple.” Where’s Mike”?

“At work, he’s not here.”

He pressed the gun into her temple. “Lie to me again and die.”

“Bathroom.”

The shorter man pointed the gun at Mike’s head. “Where’s the drive”?

“Mailed it.”

He placed a cell on the sink. “You have twenty-four hours to deliver it or she dies.”

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