"Twelve," he thought, as he wiped the blade on the body.
They called him a hitman. He called himself a messenger.
"One murder or a dozen, there is only one Hell," he thought to himself as he dragged the body into a bush.
The Devil stood nearby, watching. He smiled.The End
on Tuesday, September 13, 2005 Posted by Rajesh J Advani
After a weekend and a day full of catching up with work, here is another short short.