Yu’s face broke into an enormous smile, his laugh seemed genuine. That mask, so practiced was this man in appearing devoid of emotion, opening up in so broad a way surprised Chan.
“Excuse me?” exclaimed Yu. “Who is this woman again?”
For a moment Chan felt himself falling for this performance, but he recovered.
“Nina Goo. Your wife.”
Still laughing, Yu said, “Mister Chan, if this is some ploy you’ve masterminded to link me to those killings yesterday, I’m disappointed. Usually your family is a more subtle in the ways they attempt to entrap their victims. What a ridiculous route to try to ensnare me. I assure you this woman’s claim is a lie.”
The gloves were still on, but just. Chan barely suppressed his anger.
“Byung Yu, you’re quite an actor. Oh how I regret that we’ve abolished the death penalty in Hawai‘i. It would be so sweet to watch you hang, twitching at the end of a rope. We’d see who’d be laughing then.”
Yu had not expected quite this from Chan. He stopped laughing, the blank expression sealing his face immediately.
“There’s the door, Chan. You are finally correct. For once. We will indeed see who’ll be laughing last.”
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Aloha #WriterSaturday, I hope your weekend is off to a good, safe, healthy start. Here is Hawai‘i we are setting a new record for Covid-positive individuals almost every day now. Everyone use a mask for the sake of your loved ones, and for the sake everyone else.
Today’s #WritingPrompt is
Use it to inspire a piece of writing and then post that piece on your site and link back to me, or simply post is as a comment below. I would love to read it : )