Flash Fiction: Cold Cut

“Are you a whore?” the fat samurai leers.

She rises nude and dripping from the hot spring. “A witch.”

Cascading water off her fingers freezes into a blade of ice. His decapitated head falls to the snow with the rice ball he was holding.

An assassin.”



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