“It’s freezing out there Jimmy, and it’s started snowing. Why don’t we give it a miss and go down the pub instead.”
“No chance mate! The boss was insistent, said it had to be tonight, and what the boss says, we do.”
“Suppose so, but why tonight?”
“All to do with the weather Billy. Seems we’re in for the coldest night of the winter. By morning the lake will be frozen solid and will stay that way for weeks. That’s why we have to kill her tonight and get her body in that lake while we still can. You ready?”
Another 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.
Photo courtesy of Sarah Potter