Word of the Day 100 Challenge: Peremptory
Undertaking
by Red Wolf
There was only a single storefront lit along the dingy street. Even at such a late hour, the shop was conducting business.
Drusilla and Wolf entered the premises, a bell over the door alerting the owner to their presence.
"Sorry, lady, no pets allowed..." Further protests were peremptorily cut off as he met the twin glares of his customers. "My apologies. What can I do for you?"
Removing the bundle from Wolf, Drusilla opened it on the counter. The obviously human remains didn't faze the proprietor, he recognised the handiwork, if not the strange woman who delivered it.
"The usual?"