The Assassin
Melissa Hodson
Life; untimely snatched. Eight years of marriage ceased; 3 years of remorse, led to my demise. I’ve watched, waited, painfully peering in disbelief at what I’d become. All that remained of me was a distant memory in a church.
Rain hit my windscreen blurring my vision. My mind was disorientated in the map of my life. Only focusing on one aim: to find my house through the hazy curtain of rain. Not once did the thought of death creep into my mind. Nor the thought of peering eyes waiting for me; isolated on a hill. A hill that would soon hold a deep, dark, secret. Those eyes. Fixated. Waiting. Hoping. Absorbing the surroundings of what would soon be stained with my blood.