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


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I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

21 thoughts on “Batter, batter, swing!

  1. 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.


  2. 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).


  3. 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.


  4. 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!


  5. 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.


  6. 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.


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