The Assassin - Short Story
He just lay there, on the wet ground, for hours. He looked as though
he was just casually waiting and that it was perfectly normal to lie
on the ground. After a few hours it started to rain heavily, though
this did not discourage him in the slightest as he just carried on
lying there, looking comfortable and content. Once in a while a car
would drive along the lonely road and the people inside would stare in
his direction but the long grass hid him. He had a serious frown and
thin, pursed lips with a protruding jaw. Whilst lying there in the
rain he chain-smoked a cigarette, carefully putting the buts in his
pocket to ensure no evidence was left, and watched the view below.
Occasionally the man would look at his watch and slyly smile to
himself, and then he would go back to watching the house. Every so
often, when he was sure that no one was about, he lifted the rifle and
sighted down to the front of the house slowly and patiently.
The house that he was over-looking was dull and shabby. It was
apparent that it had not been inhabited for many years as the windows
were broken, and the roof was caving in. The house had turned a grey
colour with dark green moss growing out of the jagged cracks. The back
door had fallen down and was slowly decomposing into the ground,
leaving behind a strong, putrid stench of the decaying wood.
Surrounding the house was a huge garden that contained dying plants
and trees, and the grass had overgrown and was turning a nasty brown
colour. The weather made everything look so dull and dead, drowning
everything gradually in its hands. There was an uncared atmosphere
that could be seen and felt.
He manoeuvred himself to see the view of the side of the house as a
green car turned off the road onto the muddy path leading to the
house. As the car went past the gate, he noticed a long deep scratch
along the left side of it. Right on queue, the car drove over the nail
he had planted on the path, the car swerved and came to a stop. The
woman in the car got out and went to the tyre to see if she could see