It was time to kill
creep and rid the world of his pure evil. The maggot who turned my sister, a
beautiful, happy person, into a slithering mass of oxi-addicted flesh, and who
pushed her to kill herself at just twenty.
That was my motive,
have been useless without the means and opportunity to get the job done.
My position as a
manager overseeing the city’s power grid sealed the deal. Electra, my sister had
called me jokingly, not really knowing much about the tragic myth.
It was my path to
his death. Dangerous,
but still viable. As a manager, I have access to the entire power grid for the
town. My job is to supervise the flow of electricity and look for spikes and dips
that could damage the grid and people’s homes. Tonight, damage would be done.
The cretin lived
alone in a
ramshackle old house he rented on the outskirts of town.
After work at the
usually headed for the local bar, where he held court and sucked down the
whiskey he favored. When he finally came home, he’d have a surprise waiting for
him. Actually, the shock of his soon-to-be short-circuited life.
I snuck into his
headed right for the power box. By the light on my cell phone, I powered it
down and picked at the old wiring so it would look as if it had become too
frayed if anyone examined it. Then I took one of the ice cubes I’d brought with
me and wedged it between the back of the box and the exposed wiring. Once it
was in place, I amped up the juice as high as it would go. As the ice cube
melted, droplets would seep into the unraveled wiring, and the higher level of
electricity would short out and surge through him when he flipped the light
switch. Best part? The evidence would have melted away.
The next day when
he didn’t show
up for work, they sent someone from the bank to check on him.
They found his body
the front door, fried like zucchini sticks, soft on the inside, nice and crispy
The funeral was well-attended.
went, too. It would have looked bad if I didn’t. I waited, head bowed, until
all the other mourners were gone, than spat into his grave.
“Have a nice
trip to hell,” I
said, knowing like the mythical Electra, that vengeance was mine.
Cathi Stoler’s latest series, featuring Blackjack player, Nick Donahue,
includes the just released OUT OF TIME, a mystery/thriller. Cathi’s Urban
Thriller Murder On The Rocks series includes, BAR NONE, with The Corner Lounge
bar owner, Jude Dillane. The next two books in the series LAST CALL (10/20) and
STRAIGHT UP (10/21) will follow. She is a three-time finalist & winner of
the Derringer for Best Short Story, “The Kaluki Kings of Queens." Other
stories have been published online at Beat To A Pulp, Myssterical-E and in
print. Cathi is a board member of Sisters in Crime NY, and a member of Mystery
Writers of America & International Thriller Writers. You can find Cathi at www.cathistoler.com
Lyon is an illustrator for horror/sci-fi and pulp fiction websites
and magazines. She is also founder and senior editor for the independent
poetry publisher, Subsynchronous Press. An SFPA Rhysling Award nominated
poet, her poems have appeared in journals such as Eternal Haunted
Summer, Jellyfish Whispers, Scfifaikuest, Illya’s Honey,
and Red River Review, as well as numerous
anthologies. Her short stories have appeared recently in Night
to Dawn, Yellow Mama, Black Petals, Sirens Call, and Tales
from the Moonlit Path, among others, as well as in numerous horror
anthologies such as Night in New Orleans: Bizarre Beats from the Big
Easy, Thuggish Itch: Viva Las Vegas, and White
Noise & Ouija Boards. She appeared, briefly, as the uncredited
"all-American Mom with baby" in Purple Cactus Media’s 2007
Arizona indie-film, "Vote for Zombie." Having lived in France,
Brazil, Canada, and several states in the US, she now resides in southern