All In A Days Work

A short story by Funwriter

All in a days work:


I followed wondering if she noticed me; she was a beauty and knew it. Her hair so black and legs long and thin, she had a perky walk and clutched her purse nervously like it contained something valuable. As she went down the escalator towards the ground floor I could see the perfect part in her hair.

I moved faster now picking up speed, she slowed to look at some woollen scarves though winter was months away. The exit was in plain site and I was still walking not to raise any attention but picking up speed nonetheless.

Two meters away, I leaned forward and hit the needed tempo for the job. Shoulder and elbow an arrow I caught her hard and snatched with all my might, her wind gone and no sound as she fell. With blood humming in my ears I was passing through the exit a blur to entering customers.

I moved it under my jacket, bringing the pace back to normal, safe zone within sight.

The alley was cramped and dark but I could still see the contents

Pocketing the credits and feeling my pulse pick up I saw it, shiny and small. It was light to the touch, I slipped it in and the images came in a wash, her children and men, her story, her soul.

My legs shaky as I move out the other side of the alley, feeling saturated. A shake of the head and her life’s images drift away, I can’t help but grin..