An Ugly Business
I had dissected my 8th victim, let me see, this darn watch – I must get it mended – oh, around an hour ago. A street girl. No-one will miss ‘it’. It is one of the many parasitical infestations within the area that is London. And, ‘Pests’, they must be, so sad and unfortunately, eradicated. Such vermin is not fit to live alongside the Nobler Gentile like myself. My, my, have I much work left to do – to clean this Capitals streets.
It is cold at this hour. The snow it falls heavily and the wind is bitingly prickling. As I pull my collar, I see there is blood upon my shirt. Disgust ensues me. I must be home to rid myself of the remains this ugly business has left on me – The filth of a rabid dog.
I see two Police Men. I tug my collar and coat ever closer. I am a hero. Though that, no-one will ever understand.
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Prompt – VisDare 54: Covert by Angela Goff
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