The Killer and Me

Smoke Post #002

Just a Flash read for the Go


A terse tale advising we all listen to one another a little more carefully

Because when murder is involved—every word counts…



The stainless-steel tip twinkles under the kitchen fluorescents, her hand gripping the cutting knife, white-knuckled and shaking. “I hate you!” she says. “I want to kill you!”

“I know,” he responds. “I saw it. Your face this morning—”

“Well, I…”

“You woke up feeling that hatred. You planned for this moment. There’s the knife—just wait—patience! You will commit murder tonight.”

“No.” She drops the knife. “I could… would never.”

“I know.” He picks it back up. “I was talking to Me.”