A beginning. Or an end.
She walked in the door, and kicked off her boots. Rats skittered off into the darker corners of the room.
"One day", she said to herself, "I'll move out of here. Or get a cat".
Orange light was glowing through her only window. She padded over and looked out over the city. Sometimes she could see out to the ocean; but not tonight. While she was looking out, she noticed Jungle Jim walking along the street.
She opened the window, and yelled, "Hey! Jim!". He looked up, and waved. "You want to come up for a drink?", she yelled again. He nodded, and walked towards the entrance to her apartment building.
A few moments later, there was a knock on the door; and she let Jim in.
"So. How are things with you?" he asked.
"They've been better", she replied.
"That's understandable, I guess"
"You make a couple of bad decisions, and everything falls apart"
"The chief mentioned you yesterday."
"Oh?", she replied; trying to seem indifferent.
"Yeah. He mentioned something about you coming back to work."
"No way", she said. "Not after everything that happened."
He pulled a small gun from his pocket. He said, "I'm sorry that I'm the one to do this", as he shot her in the neck.
"One day", she said to herself, "I'll move out of here. Or get a cat".
Orange light was glowing through her only window. She padded over and looked out over the city. Sometimes she could see out to the ocean; but not tonight. While she was looking out, she noticed Jungle Jim walking along the street.
She opened the window, and yelled, "Hey! Jim!". He looked up, and waved. "You want to come up for a drink?", she yelled again. He nodded, and walked towards the entrance to her apartment building.
A few moments later, there was a knock on the door; and she let Jim in.
"So. How are things with you?" he asked.
"They've been better", she replied.
"That's understandable, I guess"
"You make a couple of bad decisions, and everything falls apart"
"The chief mentioned you yesterday."
"Oh?", she replied; trying to seem indifferent.
"Yeah. He mentioned something about you coming back to work."
"No way", she said. "Not after everything that happened."
He pulled a small gun from his pocket. He said, "I'm sorry that I'm the one to do this", as he shot her in the neck.