100 Words: Cold Open


e tugged the brim of his felt fedora until the arcing line of shadow depended onto the bridge of his nose. Then he pulled on a trenchcoat, the uniform of his trade. He exited. The angles of sunlight coruscated across the Berlin rooftops as the sharp, box-shaped outline of Marius Eichert bled into the early morning crowd and disappeared toward the rusty U-Bahn.

Across the street, little more than a fish-eye reflection in a brash American motorcycle, Johann Wü​steschon watched Eichert vanish, touched the gun-shaped bulge in his overcoat pocket, and smiled a crooked smile. “Auf Wiedersehen, Marius,” he said.

by Daniel Le Ray

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