It’s Friday! It’s finally here! And that means it is once again time for Friday Fictioneers. Today’s photo prompt is provided by our very own Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who is the leader of our merry band of writers.
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Enjoy today’s story!
Death Wears Cheap Leather
If there were worse places to bleed to death, Lilah couldn’t think of any.
She lay on the dirty floor of an elevator, her hand pressed against the oozing bullet wound in her stomach.
I should have waited for backup, she thought dully. Black spots floated across her vision.
At least I took him with me. Lilah strained to see the body across from hers in the elevator. Sylvester Witherson wouldn’t be trafficking anymore women. She sighed and waited for the end.
When Death’s form finally appeared in the elevator, Lilah laughed. Death looked an awful lot like a prostitute.