cello suit no.1 in g major

As the music builds, he smiles. He reaches into the front right hand pocket of his black chino’s, raising the volume projecting what, in his eyes, is the most impressive piece of music by Johann Sebastian Bach, cello suit no.1 in g major, to his headphones. He instinctively moves his hand, not unlike a conductors, to the sweet base of the music. He leans against the wall beside the door…waiting…knowing she would be back at any second.

His smile grows wider when the dull light illuminates the room from the bright corridor. His head moves ferociously as the cellist plays with so much passion a tear forms in his eye. She flicks on the light switch as he stands behind the door. With the music in full flow, hammer in hand, he slowly emerges. With one quick movement he plunges the hammer into her unsuspecting skull. He smiles and moves his hand to the music, like a conductor, once again, as he watches the blood pour onto the hardwood floor. His smile widens, as her open, dead eyes stare back at him.

He leaves the room, taking the booties off of his shoes before stepping into the hallway so as not to leave any trace of his presence. He closes the door with a handkerchief his father had given him which was hand embroidered by his grandmother, satisfied with his accomplishment. He crams the booties into a zip lock bag, followed by the gloves, pocketing them alongside the handkerchief. As the music finishes, he feels the sort of release he presumed the musician felt as they struck their bow for the last time. He exits the building quietly, no one any the wiser.