Saturday, August 6, 2011

Murder for Breakfast?

I didn't want to pass this one up.

Here's my Saturday Centus for this week. Just barely before the deadline. Eek.

For a prompt this week we were given this picture.

I've entitled my Centus Baker's Dozen


Baker's Dozen

Baker’s blood boiled beneath her skin. 

Benedict had turned on her, pouring salt into her already open wounds. She had a hard shell for a reason but he broke it  then leaked all her secrets to his posse.

She wouldn't be beat. And so she pushed Benedict from the 27th floor. 

He splattered on the concrete. She watched the liar fry in the sun just as she would for her sin. She tried to stay positive. See the sunny-side. But as the cops circled the scene she knew it wouldn’t be over easy. 

There were still a dozen to go.