Undercover

Undercover

May 7, 2018 Off By Lisa

To say that a bald man in a white suit and purple sunglasses at a funeral sticks out like a sore thumb might be the singularly greatest understatement of the year, but when I got the 5:00 AM call to show up for an urgent security job, I was in a mildly hungover state and unclear about my assignment – could’ve sworn the order was for a First Holy Communion at the Cathedral “this morning,” not something about “his mourners” – and I didn’t have a whole lot of time to contemplate my wardrobe.

Given my conspicuous attire, my best bet was to try and appear to be part of the working staff, and holding open the heavy bronze doors for the exiting mourners gave me an optimal view of the crowd, the hearse and funeral procession cars, and the unwelcome limousine parked on the other side of the street. I watched the other heavies, disguised as nuns, escort a bent-over woman down the steps of the Cathedral and wondered who those clowns thought they were fooling; they were about the most unconvincing nuns in the history of the sisterhood, but at least it allowed them to stay close to the dead guy’s widow and make sure she got delivered to the boss after.

I saw the nun heavies notice the blonde-haired broad’s diamonds sparkling through the limo window, and I hoped they’d had their Wheaties for breakfast because when the blonde showed up, her crew of ugly thugs was sure to be close by, just waiting to snatch the widow out from under the boss’ nose.

Too late, I heard the shots and realized the glimmer in the back window was no tiara, but a 9MM aimed straight at the widow’s forehead. As the nuns and I dove through the spray of blood to cover the body we believed was the dead guy’s widow, I was sure I caught a glimpse of that clever bitch’s unmistakable ponytail swinging down the street underneath a baseball cap.

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Written in response to this week’s Six Sentence Stories challenge, hosted by Girlie on the Edge. Each week writers are challenged to spin a tale in just six sentences. 

This week’s cue is SINGLE. My story here is written as a companion piece to Clark’s – make sure to hop over to The Wakefield Doctrine and check out his six, too! 

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