PREFACE
The moon shone directly on the man's face as he looked through the window. They seemed like a loving family. What a waste.
Family was merely a social construct for the masked stranger, defined by those in society to evoke a deluded sense of security. Family was supposed to look after each other and protect against harm.
Click.
The gun slid towards his shoulder as he began to aim. Did he feel bad? He didn't. He had to. Calmness enveloped his face as he ensured his target was in frame and acquired.
Fireworks in the distance acted as an alarming soundtrack. Glass cracked on the floor, and a scream shot through the air.
Family, however, causes the most pain and provides sorrow that creates fractures in the very fibre of one's being until they are just fragments of a once larger picture.
Slowly, anguish took over the child's face as their eyes took in the fallen body. It was confirmation that the job was done.
Sifting through his pockets, he felt the cold metal box and pulled it out along with a white cigarette. Watching the ember flicker in his eyesight while he lit it, he realised he felt absolutely no empathy.
Inhale and exhale.
Smoke danced through the air and lingered as a reminder of what was.
Getting the result he had come for, he turned around and disappeared from the moon's spotlight, leaving the family he'd interrupted.
But it wasn't a family any longer, was it?
YOU ARE READING
Starlight
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