Flash Fiction: Our Plan

We planned it perfectly.

We knew about his schedule. He was a man of habit and never swayed from his plans. That made it easy for us to hatch the plot. The servants were easy enough to get rid off. A coin here, a holiday there, and they weren’t going to cause any problems. His bodyguards were an issue, but wine and women had taken care of them.

On the planned date, he was all alone during his walk. The senile statesman did not even notice his solitude until our knives pierced him.

His reign was finally at an end…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers April 12 2019
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

33 comments

  1. A time-tested method to get rid of old, senile and not-so-old statesmen. I hope what comes next is better. Great buildup, you drew me right into the conspiracy.

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  2. That’s cold! How many people with knives do you need to assassinate a senile old man?

    Wine and women will solve pretty much any problem, except herpes. They spread that problem.

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