Kiss It Better
I shook the notion from my mind and came back night after night to observe, make mental notes, and prepare myself for the job ahead.
You can do this, I told myself over and over as I watched her sitting in her chair, reading her fairy tales, her bright eyes sparkling from the light of the lamp.
And now, tonight is the night.
Slowly, I twist the silencer onto my pistol as I peer out at her from the shadows. She’s more than halfway through her book now. I wonder what story she’s reading. Hansel and Gretel maybe?
I don’t even know why I care. I’ve never read a fairy tale, and no one’s ever read one to me. Life is no fairy tale; it’s more like a horror movie written and directed by a sadist.
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