Yest another one sentence long story
The car pulls up and I throw out the cigarette with the anticipation of a madman, watching all his movements, each step tells me something new, each step is one closer to his last and yet I have no guilt, no remorse because I’ve been waiting for this since I was twelve years old and now, in the dead of a quiet October night it will finally happen, good God finally… I sneak into the backyard like I’ve done a thousand times before but this time it’s different, it’s real, euphoric, I keep the gun in my coat pocket even though I can feel it fluttering, begging to come out, not yet, I’m thinking, just a second longer, and I see him there sitting on the couch, watching the news, looking for his handiwork maybe, looking for praise, for credit, well, tonight, I knew would be the one night he wouldn’t get to see it, because tonight I had come for him and it was my work that would interrupt the regularly scheduled program with a special bulletin, not only because of the blood that would be spilled but because of the victim, and the suspect, it was time now, I took the gun out of my pocket and slowly opened the door, to my surprise he didn’t notice anything until the breeze hit him and even then he didn’t turn around he just asked “What’d I do to you?” My bangs are in the way, I move the hair out of my eyes and lick my cherry glossed lips, my hands shake uncontrollably, I don’t speak, he turns to face me and I see something in his face, a look I've not seen before, I hold the gun steady and waited to hear what he has to say, he drew in a breath, his last, and let it out with a single word, “…Jessica?” the gun felt insignificant in my hand, like a child’s toy, “Hello daddy.” Bang.