When daylight returned, the king was dead.
Sitting on the edge of her sofa, Joanna contemplated the body that had once housed the important Edward Pennington Bradford IV. The unnatural stillness in the air made her wonder if he’d taken with him all the energy in the universe.
Her mobile suddenly chirruped and life poured back into her limbs. Standing, she reached for the phone.
“Is it done?” asked the caller.
Joanna looked at the body. “It is.”
“Good. Your flight leaves in three hours; as agreed, the money has been wired to the Paris account. Questions?”
“None, Mrs. Bradford.”
Word count: 100
Author’s Note: This is a continuation of my flash fiction story, ‘Not a Vindictive Man…’ (found here)
This story is written in response to the ‘100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups’ (found here). The challenge was to write a story of 100 words using the phrase ‘when daylight returned the king was dead…’