The Big Surprise

Scott carefully maneuvered his way down the street. He was frustrated. He had tediously gone over the plan all day, sticking to the script. He felt the lump in his pocket it was still there. Cautiously he made his way up the driveway, around the side of the house, and over to the bedroom window. Peering through the glass he could see her.

“Thank God,” he muttered.

He could see her reflection in the bathroom mirror, she had just showered and was now sitting at her vanity, brushing her long blond hair and meticulously weaving it into one long braid.

He had planned to do this at her work in front of her friends and coworkers, but she had gone home sick, one big surprise that had been cancelled. But it was now or never. He knew she didn’t feel good but he had worked up the courage all day, and he couldn’t back down. The uneasiness of his stomach told him that it had to be now.

Jogging, he ran back to his car, opened the trunk and grabbed the flowers. She would think he was still working, he could still surprise her. It was only three o’clock.

He carefully opened the door to the house. He could hear her singing softly from the bedroom. He crept ever closer waiting for the right moment, her back was turned to him. He could see her face in the mirror. He pulled the gun from his pocket. Just as his best friend Bill came from the shower, naked he kissed her. Scott wanted to puke this had been going on to long. He rushed from the doorway, unloading the barrel at them both. Bullets flying, blood spattering. He took the flowers and dropped them on to her bleeding corpse.

“Good riddance.”