The AXE Murderer

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

A silly satire born from sharing stories of those who wear too much perfume.

The marine layer had rolled in heavy and fast. Its thick, damp cloud created a bone-chilling cold that encircled anyone that dared stand along the shoreline. One man fought the shiver running down his spine and stood in defiance along the fluctuating line where the dry sand and rising tide met. The threatening icy water lapping at his newly polished dress shoes didn’t deter him from holding strong. If for nothing, then for the sole reason to take in the familiar pungent stench hanging heavy within the swirling ocean air. He had been here years earlier in the exact spot, seeing and hearing the song of the ocean crash against the posts jetting upward to the ceiling of the pier above. The signature odor told him right away who and what he was dealing with. 

His reminiscing was interrupted by his partner calling out and strolling towards him. She held something in her gloved hand. Her silhouette transformed from a dark form to a clear focus as she stepped under the hazy light filtering down from above. She didn’t say a word but extended her arm. Within her grasp, she revealed a palm-sized cylindrical aerosol container. The white lettering and red swirl design were badly scratched, but he didn’t need to read the product to know exactly what it was, and more specifically, who had purposefully left it to be found.

  “Could it be true?” she asked, dropping the expended container into an evidence bag. “So many copycats over the years.” She added before looking into the direction that held his attention.

  He wanted to laugh at such a ridiculous question, but always willing to educate his younger colleague, he answered, “Axe Touch.” 

  He would never forget how it lingered in the air. How the company scrambled to discontinue the scent once it was linked to such horrific crimes. 

“What did you say?” she asked, leaning in closer.

He raised his fedora and expertly placed it on his slicked-back hair. He adjusted it so the brim angled down and covered his tightly drawn brow. He turned his head away with the seriousness of his statement. 

“The AXE murderer is back.”

 


Submitted: November 12, 2021

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Stellanotte

This is a great story idea and I love the descriptive, evocative writing. I hope there's more to come!

Mon, November 15th, 2021 6:31pm

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You're too kind! I wrote this as a bit of a joke for a friend, but who knows, maybe it could become something! Thank you!

Tue, November 16th, 2021 7:58am

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