Writing Prompt #42
She was singing in the rain when he first laid eyes on her.
She was singing in the rain when he first laid eyes on her.
He pulled out the crumpled picture in his pocket, checking it again, then looking back at her. Yes, that was definitely his target. The bright red hair left little doubt.
He watched as she continued down the sidewalk, singing softly to herself, no umbrella in sight. She carried herself with a quiet confidence, and for a moment he was transfixed. The knife in his hand suddenly felt heavier.
He ducked into an alley, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. Surely he’d be able to find her again easily. She didn’t seem to be in any sort of rush.
Taking a deep breath, he let it out in a loud sigh. Of course his target would be a gorgeous woman he found interesting. What had she done that had his boss mad enough to have her killed?
His thoughts ground to a halt as sharpened steel pressed into his throat, and he caught a flash of red hair from the corner of his eye.
“I believe you were looking for me?” a lilting voice whispered in his ear. He gulped.
