Rocky | A 100 Word Story

#996 - The Final 10

On “murder days” I travel in Eloise’s coat pocket. She finds this useful. I can smell fear, cheap cologne, and even lies.

While Eloise likes to talk a lot—usually about old stories involving people who never learned and paid for it. I don’t care. I watch hands.

Like this man with the ring who keeps touching his plant. I scratch it. Some dirt spills. A severed hand appears. Everyone stares. Eloise laughs and calls me brilliant. I sneeze.

She says heroes come in many sizes. I don’t know about heroes. I know pockets, plants, and men who smell suspicious.

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