by Malinthe Samarakoon on April 29, 2012
It was another ordinary night. The walk up to their house was boring, as usual. The roads were pretty much empty. A few neon lights were flickering in the distance.
Even though it was a very hot day, the night was relatively cold. I stopped by the supermarket to buy a coca cola can and I kept on walking.
It took a while for me to get there on foot. I could’ve used a trishaw or a bus but I didn’t want to risk it.
The gate was closed but it wasn’t locked. Lucky for me no one was around. A few lights in the house were turned on.
I opened the door and went in. The guy was sitting in his room typing something on his computer. He looked surprised.
I smiled and replied, “Hey, what’s up?”
I went inside the room before he could answer. As he tried to reply I shoved the knife into his throat. His eyes widened in disbelief as I pulled the knife out. Blood was pouring out of the wound.
He fell on the ground but he was unable to make any noise. My can of coke wasn’t over so I decided to finish it. He was writhing in pain clutching at his throat. I asked if he wanted a sip of coke. He didn’t say anything because he couldn’t.
I was bored. I decided to stomp on his nose. I heard a crack.
“I really should go now.”
I took my sawed-off shotgun out of the bag and shot him in the chest. After I made sure that he was dead, I decided to go for a beer.
I think beer tastes great. Some claim that beer tastes bitter, but I’ve never understood.