Friday, July 26, 2013

Taking The High Ground

Janx had resolved that, instead of slinking about as prey, it was time to embrace his inner predator. Decisive action was not only indicated but required.

It was time to send a message to Gunther that the fat fool would hear loud and clear. Janx had been observing the young Felinoid female shadowing him for days. While she wasn’t exceptionally skilled, she was remarkably persistent. It was a pity she’d have to die for that tenacity, but Janx was done with being stalked.

From atop his perch on the stone lion, masked by an invisibility belt, he aimed the slim pistol and neatly removed the woman’s head from her shoulders.

Though her motivations were cloudy, Victoria’s heart had been in, more or less, the right place in opting to aid Janx. The unfortunate fact that her head was no longer in the right place, however, rendered the whole point rather…moot.

This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: basking. As a personal challenge, I have been stringing the prompts from week to week into an ongoing story. This marks the 20th such and previous installments may be found here.


  1. Sheesh! I wonder what her motivations were for following him. The final line was perfect!

  2. I'm not sure who I feel more sorry for...Janx or Victoria. Sad, we'll never know how she could have aided him.