100 Word Stories

The Mystic Sisters have a good racket going.

One's a punisher for hire, taking clients down into her dungeon and beating them within an inch of their lives.

A few days later, they see the fortune-teller sister, the one who read bruises instead of palms.

Sometimes, guys go into the dungeon but don't go to the fortune-teller. Other times, they see the fortune-teller, but they got their bruises elsewhere.

And then, well, one day, the punisher limps into her sister's house. She's got two black eyes.

�??Save the bullshit and just get me some ice,�?� she says.