The assignment was of a musical nature played out in G.

In a surprise attack

from behind, I moved.

What was once played as a

piano chord on Beethoven's 5th,

now was outstretched, placed

around your neck, tightly.

Using my weight to ensure

the pressure applied,

turning the noose

was the final curtain, snared:

the garotte was in G major.

You struggled kicking,

feet shuffling,

on guttural sounds;

your resistance futile,

but understandable.

I tried to pacify your thoughts

desperate on surviving:

Ssch! It will be over soon, I whispered....

I know....a contradiction on my actions,

bestowed upon the target you, violent

in your end.

However, what is done is done,

the assassin's noose, 

the objective completed,

I was paid.

Twas a string quartet mourning,

a solo concert,

 while the 1812 overture

soon awaits me,

home.

Author's Note

based on those spy movies!

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"drop the gun, take the Cannoli"

[andrew mitchell]

lol thanks for the chuckle j