Brett Tierney

The Wrong One

Crack! A wave of heat, followed by a sensation that can only be described as ecstasy, courses through his veins as the woman’s body goes limp beneath him. His hands, loosen as he soaks it in. Took him longer than expected but her neck did eventually break. More of a fighter than anticipated. Not an unwelcome surprise. After all, Part of the excitement came from the struggle. After a moment of sadistic basking, he stands and blows her a kiss as he does so. Takes a few steps back towards his truck and grabs an old dirty shirt from the glove box. Reaches down and wipes the Ejaculate from his groin and tosses the shirt into the passenger seat. Zips his pants and lights a cigarette. As he does he hears a rustle in the distance. He squints as he scans the area, the dark forest looks like dancing black spears as the clouds part ways, clearing a path for the light of the full moon. Being the killer he is, the dark doesn’t frighten him. He shrugs it off, turns back to the body, throws it over his shoulder and tosses it in the bed with a hard thud. He’s much too close to the road to leave the body where it was.