This piece was written for the Six Sentence challenge with the prompt word of ‘shift’.
The longer the years stretched out, the sooner that Garth expected to receive the call that it was his turn to remove some heinous citizen that had escaped the clutches of the law and thus thought themselves not only free but invincible against any attempt to exact justice upon them.
Nonetheless, when the call came, it not only surprised him but terrified him that he might fail the Brotherhood that he had called upon in his own hour of need, after his son was left brain damaged from an unprovoked beating by a steroid-enhanced nightclub bouncer, who had walked free on a technicality.
Whatever the target had done, it was not for Garth to question his assignment; the Brotherhood had assessed the case and unanimously agreed that the deed needed to be done, although they left the timing and the methodology to the assigned terminator.
This particular criminal against humanity was a surgeon with a reputation for turning up in the operating theatre drunk and recently a woman had died on the operating table during a routine operation that he’d botched, only to see the profession close ranks and exonerate him and, most gallingly, have the Queen touch her sword to his shoulder and tell him to ‘Arise, Sir Gregory’.
Garth studied his quarry for several days to establish his pattern of movements, his family and friendship networks and the times and locations when he was most likely to be alone and settled on one of the doctor’s clandestine late-night visits to a high-class call girl.
The deed done, fittingly with a scalpel, Garth fancied a pint or three at his local pub and, when he entered, one of his cronies noted that he hadn’t seen him for a couple of weeks and he replied calmly ‘I’ve been on Knight shift.’
I like the “Queen touch” and the “Knight shift”. Crime doesn’t pay in the end.
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Thanks, Frank
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Oh my, this was intense!
I could see this expanded to a longer story, if you were so inclined!
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Many thanks, Liz. I’ve had a story published along similar lines you might care to read. https://onthepremises.com/issues/issue-37/issue-37-guest2/
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Uffda! I don’t know if I could stomach a cup of her tea after that revelation. Still…it’s food for thought.
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I’ve always wanted to know how to spell uffda, being a big Fargo fan. 🙂
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Ooh, nice one, Doug!
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Using a scalpel was quite fitting, and love “knight shift”. Nice 6!
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Many thanks, Dyanne.
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Each sentence precisely crafted – you do the dark stuff with surprise twist ending, oh so well, Doug.
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Thank you, Denise. Your words of encouragement are greatly appreciated.
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Your wit is as as sharp as the scalpel Doug. Excellent writing.
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Thanks, Hobbo. Much appreciated.
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I have to agree with Frank, the nifty references worked really well 🙂
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Many thanks NNP.
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draws you right in… gripping… and intense. still can’t see well sorry for the typos. good six
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Thanks, UP. No typos I spotted 🙂
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Knights of their own making, this brotherhood.
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More great storytelling, Doug! Well-crafted, as ever 🙂
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Thanks, Chris.
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Nicely done and darkly so. Hard to have any sympathies for such criminals, especially the ones celebrated and protected by the establishment.
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Indeed.
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Pun perfection!
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Thanks, Lisa. 🙂
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I liked this a lot. It drips noir and atmosphere and attitude and is perfect for a long story or series of this modern band of ‘royalty’.
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Many thanks, Michael. Much appreciated.
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Boom, boom!
And now I can’t get Marvin Gaye out of my head…
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🙂
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