Assassination Day

“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.”

I wrote this story in answer to the following prompt:
Friday Fictioneers – Write a 100-word story based on the Photo Prompt image above by © Na’ama Yehuda

Assassination 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.

“You defected.”

“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.

The End

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