Impatiently, he sat at the crosswalk, watching the woman steadfastly make her way from one side to the other. She wasn’t what he’d consider old, by any means. Yet her gait was slow and deliberate, though she held a regal posture as she attempted not to appear unbalanced in her orthopedic boot. He wondered whatever would possess someone to accept that a perfect stranger (behind a ton of steel with a motor attached) would be honorable enough to maintain the steadiness of his own balance on a braking mechanism much smaller than his foot size. She didn’t seem concerned, as she made her way across, about such an unthinkable, yet potential, act happening within a millisecond of time; how it might crumple her entire body into a heap and render the rest of her as useless as the weakened appendage she was now trying to protect inside that monstrous boot.
Dusk had already settled into deep twilight, making an act like the one he’d just thought up that much easier, he knew. The driver wouldn’t even have to be concerned with the body’s disposal. A hit and run in an unregistered vehicle by a man no one could describe, and the woman’s life would end instantly. She’d feel pain for such a short time. The car could be dumped, the money collected, and then it’d be time to move on. That kind of job was lucky, matching the challenge of taking candy from a baby. Who cared enough to even give her a second thought?
So why, then, did he find himself carefully studying her, thinking about her, wondering how she’d gotten here, to this moment? Surely her story wasn’t nearly as interesting as his had once been, before he’d gotten bored with the nagging details of guilt surrounding all his past deeds. So why did he find himself hatching a plan to study her more closely, to personally acquaint himself with a woman who was sitting atop a mercenary’s tag list?
© 2013 jody love
This is one of the newer writing projects I’ve been working on and am expecting to turn out as a novella, by estimated length based on the outlined phase of what it’s going to take to complete the story. My WIP title is simply Hitman. I’d surely appreciate any feedback on this one.
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