Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Among a roomful of bejeweled women in rustling kanjeevarams and charming gray-haired men seated by white linen covered tables, a bullet from a silenced mauser smuggled through the service entrance of the luxury hotel ricochets off a chandelier. Another whizzes and reaches its target- the elderly statesman at the podium- just as he steps away for some water. Screams, shattering glass, running footsteps and darkness.

Disclaimer: Take one long commute. One bored woman, sitting at said table, twiddling thumbs. One rambling speech. Lots of clapping. Blend.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Not Walther PPK?

- Loup

austere said...

Nah, mauser, in the butter dish, sleek and deadly.



OH LOUP! how ARE you?

Baby Island said...

Can you get silencers for minions?

austere said...

juss you wait a while then they'll grow up n morph into beyoootiful peoples, in the meanwhile...

you'd like crusty's page, she has three sons.

mago said...

Hahaa - that's the way Mike Hammer was born!
I am sure at these meetings, conventions and how you call it massmurder is committed! But you should spare the chandelier ... By the way Luger is a nice mincer too.

Portia said...

quite the taste for drama + intrigue! scared me for a moment:)