These ficlets range from 100 to about 600 words. They were written for a variety of reasons, including writing challenges, exercises to get around writer's block, and just because I bloody well felt like it. There are a variety of subjects and flavors. Hopefully you'll find something palatable.

She hadn't thought to live to an age where she'd no longer be able to fight. Wolfe Heinkel had performed her duties as an Iscariot assassin for so many years with a sort of suicidal abandon that she had always expected would someday earn her a bullet to the head or a knife in the back some quiet night.

She hadn't expected to retire, nor to lose her usefulness to Section XIII. She was ill-equipped to teach, with no patience and no skill in imparting what she knew to others anyway. Those who can't, teach goes the old saw. Heinkel had always been one of those who could, and therefore, did.

Until time took that away from her. She was too slow, her eyesight no longer keen, her reflexes were diminished.

She felt useless.

An adult lifetime as a holy murderer, and it was over. They tried to find other work for her, but she was unsuited for paperwork or teaching or even for a life of meditation and prayer. She was a killer, plain and simple and with no more killing to do, Wolfe Heinkel had nothing.

She looked at the noose and thought that it was a fitting end for an Iscariot.