“This weeks Friday Fictioneers picture had a mood of a day something went bad. Let’s see what in fact happened in the New York Harbour this day.”
Staring at the scudding sky, I ask myself why. Not even the Liberty statue can help me through. My orders demand I erase her.
“Heron you came,” she smiles.
I can’t return it. “Vivian, that speck above the harbour is a drone. I’m ordered to assassinate you.”
“What why?” fear darkens her eyes.
“I left for better pay.”
Our eyes meet. “I love you. Run!”
The drone flashes. Bullets smack the tarmac.
“Run!” I draw my gun and shoot back.
The drone catches fire.
She sprints away.
Bullets riddle my chest. At least I saved her day.
Thanks for reading my friends.
Have a great day!