Batter, batter, swing!

Washed away

Every time I stepped on the hose, water would trail out of the nozzle in little burps, gurgling over the rim before retreating back into the green pipe.

Turned off at the outside tap, the spent spray flowed to the street, carrying debris and blood into the gutter. The yard, still soft from the storm the night before, was spongy from the extra moisture. I would have to dispose of my shoes, soaked through to my socks, they were ruined. A casualty I regretted. They were my most comfortable pair.

Despite my gloves, I could feel my fingers starting to wrinkle from where the water had splashed over the cuffs. It didn’t matter, they had done their job of protecting my identity.

Leaving the body wasn’t a problem either, all evidence of the violence washed off, the only tell-tale sign being the gaping hole in his forehead.

Careful to not get my pants wet, I squatted by his body, inspecting my handiwork. I flung the weapon, an aluminum ball bat, across the yard. I could have stared at the wound longer, but I heard sirens. I didn’t have much time.

Leaving by the back gate, I focused on walking slowly, just out for an evening stroll. At the corner, I waited for the patrol cars to pass before crossing the street. I fought the urge to turn around to watch the police descend on his house, and just kept walking, putting as much distance between us as possible.

Two blocks down at the next intersection, I began to relax and started whistling a tune, “Take Me Out to the Ballgame.”

Rule of thirds

Trifecta, a weekly one-word prompt, challenges writers to use that word in its third definition form, using no less than 33 words or no more than 333. The week’s prompt is: Trail [verb \ˈtrāl\] 3: to move, flow, or extend slowly in thin streams

21 Comments Add yours

  1. lexy3587 says:

    I would not want to get on her bad side! great story


  2. Wow, she’s a cool customer. Her main concern is the damaged shoes? And it only took her two blocks to relax? I’d love to know about the history of this. You’ve got the beginning (or middle) of an intriguing story here. If you ever write it, let me know!

    Thanks for linking up and hope to see you for the weekend challenge.


  3. Great. I loved the song. I had a whole mental picture of it, which happens to me a lot. And my images often turn blondes into brunettes, older into younger, and so on. In this case, the woman murderess you described so well, for me, was someone like Christopher Walken (when he plays the creepily-friendly type).


  4. Carrie says:

    you have a person taking an active revenge…as opposed to your passive aggressive wife :) A strong character but still so unknown.

    Nicely done with the prompt word.


  5. The song was a nice touch, but I love that her big regret was ruining her shoes. Hmm. Also, funny how I assumed this was from a woman’s point of view. (?)


    1. Tara R. says:

      I have written a couple of other stories with the main character being a female assassin. The narrator in this piece, in my mind, is also a woman.


  6. Sandra says:

    Very nice. Dark, twisted, and a perverse ending. Leaves me trying to picture what the narrator looks like.


  7. Heather says:

    That was excellent. Totally executed in a way that has me seriously wanting more from you. Can you write more please? :)


  8. I’m a Cub fan. I don’t normally associate our national pasttime and Take Me Out to the Ballgame with carnage! And that’s what makes it feel very much like Hitchcock. Cool!


  9. Mel says:

    There is a novel’s worth in here fit into 333 words. You had me hooked the first sentence. Brilliant use of the word “trail” and I also liked the description of the hose burping and gurgling. Super job!


  10. kgwaite says:

    Wow! That whistling at the end. Loved it.


  11. nice. I liked how it started out all gardening, and the ended with the murdering. :)


  12. laciejay says:

    I really liked this story, very nice


  13. Jester Queen says:

    Wow! From gardener to murder in under 300 words. And if trail hadn’t been bold, I absolutely wouldn’t have figured it out without a reread. I loved the moment of waiting patiently at the intersection.


  14. El Guapo says:

    Great one.
    but isn’t a gaping hole a bit more than a telltale sign? ;)


    1. Tara R. says:

      I was trying to imply that the wound was the only indication of a murder. I was going for exaggeration, I guess that didn’t work as well as I had hoped.


      1. El Guapo says:

        No, it worked fine for me – I took it as a sarcastic observation by the perpetrator who accomplished exactly what they wanted to.
        I was just taking a slight poke.


        1. Tara R. says:

          Thank you! That was what I’d hoped to convey. I don’t always know if my written attempts at sarcasm work.


  15. Lance says:

    If you hand’t bolded “trail” I wouldn’t have known, This was seemless and readable and unique. I liked it, especially the last part.


  16. Wow, really good!


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