Assassin: A Savvy Tale




Swinging her cloth bag, she saunters along the sauce isle, stopping only to grab her selection.

Not Tesco tomato sauce, no – only the best for her (or for him)!

Heinz it is.

High sugar content needed.

She pops the lid, peels back the silver seal, tips up the bottle, holds it high and sups the sap.

Just a sip, mind. Just the smallest of subtractions. She’s saving the remainder –

the sum of it –

for him.

Jaunty, hips swaying and bag still swinging, she saunters on, stopping only to swivel.

Sudden-like, she shoots.

He screams. Arms flailing. Hands swiping. Face all splattered and bloody.

With red-speckled cloth bag – still swinging – she saunters on out.

All sassy.


Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019


Image courtesy of (Creative Commons)




Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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