Strong outline of the woods wrapped around the premises like a great veil of threat. The woods held the sniper and his gun in its dark sanctuary, with fathoms of rain weighing down, as if nature wanted to swallow them in its heavy berth. Raindrops appeared like diamonds diving down his dark black hair. He shook his head, scattering the watery diamonds.
Slowly a white Porsche loomed into his view, gliding like a ship’s sail through the stormy night. A sail made of white hot metal flame that burned as a beacon. Carefully the car pulled into the house’s driveway; attentively, as if afraid that a sudden gust of wind would come and blow out its fire.
He absently noticed the flawless form of the vehicle. The car looked like it had just been driven out of a showroom, which it probably had. The bumper was slightly dented, but even it looked like a dimpled chin instead of an imperfection. The tyres had delicately grinded the gravel with their black rubber, soaked in rainwater as freshly bathed bodies.
It seemed as if the car carried its own little world behind the whit doors, breathing to the gentle purr of its dying engine and basking in the fading interior light; completely oblivious to the squalls raging outside.
There was a faint ‘click’ and the driver door opened to reveal a slender shapely calf. Gracefully out of the Porsche in her elegant blue dress suit, arrived the young women of moment he had been waiting for, the victim herself. She giggled softly as she stepped into the rain, and Twirled around.
The rain did not seem to dampen her spirits, and her face carried a carefree child like joy. “I’m singing in the rain. Just singing, in the rain what a glorious feeling….”
Her voice was sweet soaked in vocal melody as she merrily sung the famous song. She twirled again outstretching her arms above her head as if wanting to grasp the rainy heavens against her chest.
“I’m happy again. I’m laughing at clouds. So dark above. The sun’s in my heart. And I’m ready for love.” Her keys jingled to their own little jolly tune. He took off the gun’s safety.
“Let the stormy clouds chase everyone away from the place. Come on with the rain. I’ve a smile on my face, I’ll walk down the lane with a happy refrain.”
She separated the house key from the bundle and moved it towards the keyhole.
“Singing, sing- “a sharp gasp escaped from her lips.
The bullet, a glazer safety round, punctured through her lungs expanding itself and delivering a lethal blow to her heart. Blood sprayed the Porsche and washed down the surface as gruesome red tears trembling upon pale cheeks.
For the faintest of moments, she looked down at the crimson circle on her chest, as if thinking; ‘that doesn’t belong there.’ If she could breathe she would scream, or perhaps sing.
The assassin holstered his gun and swiftly buttoned up his long leather coat. With one last look confirming no signs of his presence remain, he made his way down the muddy slope, feet adept not to lose there footing. His unmarked gun metal grey Jeep awaits him in a nearby clearing. Bringing the engine to life he makes a U-turn into the country road.
The windshield works systematically in a hypnotic rhythm. He turned the heater up a notch and ran a vain hand through his wet wealth of hair. Rustling it he made water sprinkle over the Jeeps leather interior and suddenly grinned. His tuneful whistling filled the car. He took the first exit into the city
“Singing in the rain….”
