From auto parts stores to the local zoo, I’d diligently worked every assignment imaginable. Until the day I showed up at Blue Heron Park thirty minutes before a hit man so I could evaluate his skills.
After a while a woman walked right up to where I was sitting and said, “You the guy I’m supposed to meet?”
This was a conundrum – Finally made sense why they called me a Mystery Shopper. Then I saw the sight of the rifle coming in from behind a tree branch and knew it was a setup. I never even had time to deduct points against him in the camouflage category.
Six-sentence Stories: The Mini-Series, coming to you all month long in April. Inspired by Hemingway who crafted the original six-word story. And brought to you by Maxwell House, good to the last drop. And by Michelin, because so much is riding on your tires. And by Mountain Dew — quite literally in this case because there’s one sitting next to me and it’s well on the other side of midnight and I need a six-sentence story TODAY!
Thanks for swinging by. Drop in tomorrow before the much-needed day of rest Sunday!