In my writing class, we had to write a quick essay using at least three of the following: “I just want you to know, I feel really bad about this.”, man with a cane, red-haired woman in a fur coat, midnight, and black coffee. Anyway, I think I did pretty well. After I wrote it, I just had to sketch a scene in my head…
“I just want you to know, I feel really bad about this.” She says, leveling the pistol at the old man’s head.
She felt a pang of emotion at his shocked face and shaking hands. But, this was her job. Tail the mark until she could memorize his schedule. Then, eliminate.
Today was a Tuesday. At 8 to the café at the corner for straight black coffee, then into the office before a lunch meeting at noon, back to the office, a review meeting at five, and then reports until one AM. It was midnight now, six hours before anyone would arrive for the morning. Plenty of time to clean up.
Even if he was the CEO, the old man still maintained an avid interest in his company. Whatever that was. She didn’t ask questions. She didn’t even know if this man was creating bioterrorism weapons, or if his corporation clothed the homeless. She told herself she didn’t care.
Her finger hesitated on the trigger. It was only a moment, but it was enough for him to flip the desk. He moved lightening fast, and she realized the limp was a lie as the wooden cover from his cane was discarded. The double-barrel shotgun stared at her from the top of the desk, and she knew she should take cover. Flip the coffee table and crouch behind it like the old man had; but her feet wouldn’t move.
The sound of the gunshot rang out and shattered the silence of the room.