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Hillary Lyon: An Assembly of Assassins

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Art by Bernice Holtzman 2023

An Assembly of Assassins

[3 thematically connected drabbles]

by Hillary Lyon

 

 

 

Bryan’s Big Adventure

 

The cancer was a time bomb hidden inside him, set off when he reached late middle age. “With the time you have left,” his ex-wife exhorted, “you should travel, have an adventure.” “No,” his little brother countered, “you should do something important; leave your mark on the world.”

 

So much misery in this country, Bryan pondered. Too much wealth and power concentrated in an elite few. The gatekeepers wouldn’t allow a peon like me near the power center—near the one who orchestrates it all.

 

I’ll travel, have an adventure, he decided. But first, buy an unregistered sniper rifle.

 

* * *

 

 

Anton, the Aide-de-Camp

 

Only Cuban connection Anton had was, he liked the cigars; as for Russia, vodka. And China? He really liked the women. A liquidator by trade, did he use poison powder secreted in a ring, la Borgia? A jab on the street with the tip of an umbrella, inserting a radioactive pellet under the skin? Pay an asymptomatic hooker to infect with Ebola? Maybe; but he didn’t. This Fed, Anton, was old school. He became a lapdog, to get close to the target. Stealthy as moonlight in a graveyard, he’d smother ‘em in their sleep with a feather pillow.

 

 

* * *

 

 

Priscilla (Power-to-the-People)

 

Unwashed, wild-eyed Priscilla claimed the median at a busy intersection. Her signs changed daily: “homeless, please help,” “hungry, anything appreciated,” etc. Some Samaritans offered change or snacks, which she accepted. Some offered rides, which she declined. Until Senator Stalwart’s limo pulled up beside her, long after dark.

 

When the door opened, Priscilla leaned over, accomplishing two things: advertising her ample bosom, and securing the switchblade nestled in her boot. After she slid into the back seat, the door closed, and Priscilla, in one fluid motion, achieved what no political rival had been able to do: terminate Stalwart’s 50-year political career.

 

 

Hillary Lyon founded and for 20 years acted as senior editor for the independent poetry publisher, Subsynchronous Press. Her stories have appeared lately in 365tomorrows, Black Petals, Sirens Call, Night to Dawn, 50 Word Stories, Legends of Night drabble series anthology, and Revelations drabble series anthology. She’s the Assistant Art Director for Black Petals and is also an illustrator for horror & pulp fiction magazines.  

https://hillarylyon.wordpress.com/

Bernice Holtzman’s paintings and collages have appeared in shows at various venues in Manhattan, including the Back Fence in Greenwich Village, the Producer’s Club, the Black Door Gallery on W. 26th St., and one other place she can’t remember, but it was in a basement, and she was well received.

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2023