Jessica lay slumped across her steering wheel, blood pouring from her head. In the passenger seat, her seven year old son Sam still clutched his favourite toy dinosaur as blood ran down his face, too.

There was a click and a whir as the man outside the car took photographs. He reached forward and pushed Jessica back in her seat so that he could fit both of their dead bodies into one shot.

“Are we done?”

He glanced at the polaroid pictures he’d set on the bonnet of the car to develop.

“Yeah,” he said, “I think I’ve got enough.”

Sam stuck his tongue out and licked some of the blood from the corner of his mouth.

“You know, just because it’s edible doesn’t mean it’s good for you,” the man said.

Jessica smiled as she looked over at Sam. “Maybe you shouldn’t have made it strawberry flavoured, then,” she said, unbuckling her son’s seatbelt and reaching across him to open the door.

The man shrugged. “Strawberry glaze,” he said, passing her a tub of wet wipes to clean her face with. “Key ingredient in proper, viscous fake blood that’s safe for daubing on a kid’s face. They’d lick it whatever we put in it, might as well make it taste nice.”

Jessica’s smile froze. “You sound like you have to do this a lot,” she said quietly.

He shuffled his feet and looked at the ground awkwardly. “Yeah,” he said. “Enough to get pretty adept at it.”

“Wow,” Sam exclaimed, looking at the pictures. “Don’t I look good dead?!”

A female officer knelt down to wipe his face clean as Jessica got out of the car. She saw the pictures as she closed the door and paused.

“I never asked you before. How much did he pay- to have us killed?”

The man sucked his teeth for a second before answering. “Five hundred,” he said quietly. “But don’t you go thinking that’s all you’re worth.”

She laughed bitterly and shook her head. “He always was a cheapskate. Nice to know he’d pay more for our assassination than he did for our wedding.”

He put a steady hand on her shoulder. “Nicer to know he’s dumb enough to pay it to an undercover cop instead of an actual hitman. Now you just need to lay low until we pick him up.”

© Kari Fay

(Author’s Note: The 3WW prompts this week were Adept, Edible and Viscous.)