Body snatching is a lost profession of a bygone age, but the gallant profession of burking is alive (ha!) and well.
Tonight’s selected student is a big, free-striding Valkyrie, stomping back to her dorm in the predawn hours. A walk of shame, I presume. Welcoming the challenge, I slip behind her. My sturdy nylon sack cuts off her air supply and muffles the screams. She struggles but I am both strong and practiced.
In the chill of my meat locker, the patchwork masterpiece awaits. This latest Brunnhilde will complete the puzzle. I pick up my scalpel and begin modification.
100 words. Inspired by this week’s Micro Bookends (1-45) prompt:
Added the link to explain burking to be useful to readers.
ParkInkSpot 
Holy cow have I been on a misogynistic run of stories here, just recently. Sorry ladies!
They just make easy villains to write, I guess. I’ll try to make the next Victim role a guy.
Dark and chilling; this guy sounds like a real psychopath (I had to Google “burking”!).
Great story.
Burke certainly was. How many killers become famous enough, even briefly, to create their own verb?
Up the close and doun the stair,
But and ben wi’ Burke and Hare.
Burke’s the butcher, Hare’s the thief,
Knox the boy that buys the beef.
—19th-century Edinburgh skipping rhyme