He stands tall besides the lamp post with only his silhouette as company. Small, stray ashes fall from the glow of his cigarette as he sucks in, savouring the aphrodisiac that fills his lungs. He looks up and blows the cloud of smoke into the crisp night air. A soft breeze greets him back, licking at the beads of sweat that lie upon his brow. He looks down at the lifeless form and observes the small trickle of blood that flows and forms the puddle of liquid red by his feet. He crouches down to pull out the blade peeking from the wound, then grabs the packet that lies hidden inside the victim's jacket. He pulls out another cigarette from the box and returns the packet back where it came from, then moves down to the trousers and rummages through the pockets to find the lighter.
As he walks away with a newly lit stick protruding from his lips, he turns around and glances back at the corpse.
Cheers mate.
Until then.
xx
Dark.
ReplyDeleteEverything alright?
ReplyDeleteThere you are:) Needless to say, I was a little worried, silly, ... but exams, of course! I will fret no more.
ReplyDeleteI bloody hope she's looking too, otherwise that leaves all the work for me! Speaking of me, I am variable, but worrying too much about nothing. I need to find that girl quick smart:P
(glad I don't weird you out. Always happy to complement - whenever you need a good compliment just let me know).