Nice Body

The night was still. The air choked with tension. My time was coming to kill. She walked in front of the window naked and unaware that this would be her last night on earth. It’s funny how banal people become in their everyday lives going from work and home not knowing if this will be their last day to live in their complacency. Fuck ‘em. That's what’s wrong with society. Their so full of shit they don’t know when their coming or going. I’m here to do a job. Terminate the loose end and rendezvous at the checkpoint. Those are my orders and like a good little soldier, I follow them with no questions asked.

She has a dancer frame, very fluid in the lines of her arms and legs with her neck as the starting point of gracefulness. Her pale complexion, which gleamed like fine porcelain, was in stark contrast to her raven locks that were still damp from her previous shower. I guess she’s one of those closet exhibitionists. The one’s that walk around during the day with their nose up in the air and their thumbs up their asses with their constipated looks, like they don’t do shit- Literally. All the while, they’re the biggest freaks this side of Gomorrah and even Sodom is ashamed to look at them.

I just watch her move from bathroom to kitchen, snack on some cottage cheese and Melba toast and then move back to the bathroom to complete her grooming ritual. I’ve been watching her for two days, trying to get a sense of her routine. Every night she does the same crap, strip naked as soon as she walks through the door, but not before she crack’s the blinds open ever so slightly for the world to see. She then heads to the toilet for a hot shower and after commences to air dry as she stands in front of the mirror doing her best Diana Ross impression with no Supremes bullshit to hinder her performance. It’s a shame the bullet had to sever her spinal cord as it entered the back of her neck and exited through her throat. She had a great body, couldn’t sing worth shit, though.