Jeff’s latest. A 200 word story.
“Tariq! Put the bodies in the car Tariq! This is the last thing you
have to do man. You know I can’t have blood on me when I’m walking back –
now put the bodies in the car!”
Tariq is the last one I thought would let me down. I know he argued with Ali
and Hassan, and now that both brothers were lying dead on the cobbles of
my courtyard I’d expected him to be throwing himself into his part of the plan
with more enthusiasm.
Eventually he heaved the two bodies over the lip of the
boot and into the Mercedes, but I could see him shaking uncontrollably
as he re-arranged Ali’s legs to shut the boot lid. I realised Tariq had
become a problem I would have to deal with, and I busied myself under the
bonnet of the car while he scrupulously washed himself and laid out his
prayer mat. I took my pistol and coming up behind him as he knelt, I shot him
once in the back of the head, so that he pitched forward onto his prayer mat,
where I shot him once more in his left ear.