He stood far enough away he didn't need to hide. As long as he stood still he belonged in the surroundings. Blending with the combined trees and bushes that made the park. It was by chanced he was there. His mind tormented him. To him she was a reaper come to take his soul. The truth didn't matter. His reality ruled his life. She seemed to walk straight toward him. He heard the jingle of keys. She turned her back toward him to unlock the driver door. He ran straight toward her. Slammed her into the side of the car before she could turn the key. He fell on top of her. She hadn't yet full realized what happened. He smashed her hand around the keys with his fist forcing her to release them. She at first thought he only wanted her car. Her keys on the asphalt. She attempted to get herself off the ground. Thinking he was going to hit her with the door. She never thought to scream she was a modern woman. Fearless brave strong. Her nerves were built like a mountain. He was not interested in her car, her career goals, or her body. He was fighting her for his life which meant he would have to take hers. The forensics showed she tried to fight, but finding her lifeless body meant he won. Robbery obviously not the motive. A sarcastic press release read:
Looking for the winner of the fist fight at Dunbar Park on Thursday evening. Come down to the precinct and collect your prizes and endorsements.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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