Happy Friday! We all know how deceiving looks can be. That's the theme of this piece. Hope you enjoy, and be sure to take a look at my friends' flash tales, too. I can't wait to read their interpretations!
Our Turn
Word was,
John liked redheads.
We were all
redheads – hot Irish blood on both sides.
Two took
after Dad, whorish bastard that he was, and two like Mom, strong woman, martial
arts trained, whose only weakness was good old Daddy.
Our sister
wasn’t so strong…or lucky. She took after Dad – just had to have it. From high-class
hotels to hole in the walls, and eventually the hardcore, unforgiving streets,
Mandy got lost in her own insatiable need.
Son of a
bitch John killed our brother, Tim, before he could avenge Mandy’s murder, so we
wait, dressed to kill. John will be here any minute.
Now, it's our turn, and we never miss a hit.
For Mandy and Tim, with love.
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