Killing Spree

I had him cornered now. Lying awake I had been planning my revenge; each and every move. A faint light from the window from the rising sun and you could see him feeling the walls for a way out. His shadow was dancing on the walls. A last macabre dance. I chose my moment carefully. Not too quickly, as to prevent him from getting a chance to escape, and not too slowly so that he would not get his hopes up. He sensed the tension and froze. I smacked my hand against the wall. Mosquitoes versus Ruben, 0-1. I went back to bed.

1 comment:

pontus said...

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