
500 Words: He knows
“Hurry, he’ll be here soon” she said. He opened the kitchen door and left at a pace. The hallway was pitch black. He took out his phone to guide the way to the front door, careful to avoid the obstacles that stood in his path. There seemed to be boxes and shoes strewn all around, she really ought to be tidier. A flicker of a smile played across his lips as he had this thought. Who was he to think someone should be tidier, the state that he let his flat get into at times. The cold night air hit his face as he stepped outside. There was a flash of light, a deafening bang and then nothing.
A small shaft of sunlight made a perfect circle on the bedroom wall. She sat on the bed staring off into space, tousling her long hair. The phone rang which brought her back from wherever she had been in her head. She looked at the caller ID and pressed the reject button. She didn’t want to speak to him. Not now. Maybe she’d be able to tomorrow. She sighed heavily and dragged herself up off the bed.
The silent air was punctured by three long raps at the front door. He instinctively looked at his watch to see the time- why would she call round at this hour? He walked towards the front door, stopping for a beat before opening it. She stood in the doorway, “we need to talk.” He nodded affirmatively and beckoned her to come inside, leading her to the kitchen. He took two glass mugs from a cupboard and fired up the coffee machine. He held her gaze for a moment, “okay, talk.” He motioned for her to sit at one of the chairs that was pushed up against the large wooden table. She looked at him for a beat before turning to sit. “He knows.” He stopped for a second and shot her a puzzled look, “what makes you think that?” “He’s just not been right with me for a few days now.” There was a quiet beep from the coffee machine, he walked over and placed the mugs underneath the double spouts. He pressed a button and the machine whirred into life dispensing two jets of hot black coffee. He tended to the mugs at the machine and with his back to her he said, “he doesn’t know. Trust me.” He handed her one of the mugs and took a seat opposite. He held the glass to his nose and inhaled deeply, making a satisfied sound as he did so. He smiled broadly, then, looking her straight in the eyes said, “we carry on as planned.”
He pulled on the gloves and zipped up his coat. He checked his watch, looked at himself in the mirror and nodded assuredly. He grabbed the gun from the drawer in the sideboard and put it in his pocket. He flicked off the light switch then opened the front door.