Killer

GRAAAAPPP!

I yelled and wrenched the wheel of the car to the side. There was a very slight bump. Oh bollocks. I pulled the car over.

I had been driving down the long road which led to my house. It's a peaceful road. On one side it is lined with small houses and on the other, there is a wall of green from a small wood. I say small wood, it is actually quite a dense little forest, home to foxes and squirrels and stranger creatures which eat my milk in the morning (not a euphemism). We even have some red squirrels there which are quite rare in Scotland.

Rarer now I suppose, as one had darted out on the road in front of my car and I suspected that despite my last minute swerve it had met a squishy end.

I got out the car and had a look.

Ah, damn. I had got it alright. One of my tyres had what looked to be some cheap sandwich filler smeared into the treads and further back in the road was a pancaked squirrel.

I felt a pang of regret as I looked at the flattened bit of fur and squish that used to be a little furry life.

I found a twig by the side of the road and poked at my tire to get the worst of the squirrel paste out of the treads just in case the little lady saw it and had a hairy canary fit.

Once done I straightened up. I felt a bit odd as if something had changed.

Everything looked a bit different.

Or was it me looking at everything a little differently?

I realised that was what it was. My soul was stained now. I had taken a life no matter how accidentally.

Nothing would ever be the same.

As I got in the car a part of me marvelled at my muscular killing hands. I started the engine and headed home.

I got in the house to be met with a bunch of screaming. Was this it? Had they found out I was a killer already? I marched into the living room.

There I saw the little lady running around the living room seemingly pursued by a lethargic looking wasp.

The new me nodded to himself and picked up a newspaper and punched the wasp out of the air with it.

Don't kill it Daddy.

Begged the little lady as I towered over it's stunned body.

I gave her the iron eye and scooped up its twitching body in the newspaper.

Of course I won't lass, I am just going to set it free.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

I walked out the back door and looked at the wasp on the paper. It was starting to get to its feet. I checked the little lady wasn't watching me. The coast was clear.

I pinched the paper and crushed the wasp.

Everything was different now.

I wondered what I should kill next.