Monday, September 19, 2011

Kell was a clever girl...


Brambon gestured with sideshow flourish. “We could…split the proceeds. Sixty-forty.”


A smile rolled across Brambon’s lips. “Seventy-thirty sounds lovely.”

The girl looked over the mahogany cube with hand-pressed gold inlay. “Seventy-twenty-five, and five for my old mother’s retirement.”

“You are a good child. Seventy for me and twenty-five for you sounds lovely.”

Kell blew hair off her forehead. “Oh no, the seventy is for me. The twenty-five is for my younger brother’s college fund, and five is for my old mother.”

“And for me?”

Kell pulled out her laser gun and shot the odious man in the chest. “Death.”

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