For a Flash Fiction contest thing on deviantArt.
|Dear John Doe,
I feel I need to write this to you, since you were my first murder. I just wanted to tell you that you were great and that you taught me a lot.
Oh boy, where to start? Well, I learned that my practicing of stalking did in fact pay off. You really didn’t know I was behind you, huh? The look on your face was priceless. I would place it somewhere between catching your wife cheating on you and maybe witnessing a hit and run.
Anyhoo, when I first stabbed you, I wasn’t expecting that much blood. I mean, I’m not that dumb, I knew blood would rush out, but this sprayed everywhere.
You really showed me how a struggle can produce more arterial spray than I care to know. You also taught me the importance of staying on my toes, since you did end up fighting back, something I didn’t know whether I should plan for or not. I guess I just visualized a murder as being a quick stab and dash, but you proved me wrong. You showed that even when a hunting knife is jabbed in your throat, you sure as hell can fight back. That’s a lesson I will always remember.
Well, I just wanted to express my gratitude for everything you showed me. You really were a great teacher. Although you were a random pick for me, you will always be remembered. For you were my first, but definitely not my last.