Flash Fiction: TICK TOCK by Liz Mistry
Tick Tock
The clock struck midnight. James fell to the floor still holding his gift. With an arthritic finger he prodded the body beside him.
"Is this all you think I'm worth after all these years loyal service?"
"It's come in handy tonight mind you." and he threw the bloody carriage clock to the floor. He stood up, carefully wiped his damp hands down his trousers frowning slightly at the faint stain. Then, he looked down at his ex boss and saluted before saying
"No hard feelings then Midnight?"
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