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.