A Brisk Tuesday Morning

January 29, 2011
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6:25 on a brisk Tuesday morning.

She’s headed to work, walking quickly in the crisp October air. She can’t really stand to be late again; her new boss is just so absurdly obsessed with punctuality. Really, the things she put up with in this job. Why, she barely had time to apply her make up this morning before coming out here!

He’s heading to the bus stop, rushing so he doesn’t miss it. Last time he missed it, and everything was ruined. That simply can’t happen again.

Everyone seems to be in such a hurry these days.

6:28 on a brisk Tuesday morning.

She arrives at the corner with her head down, fruitlessly trying to block the wind from reaching the smooth, fair skin of her face. She shivers as her long blond hair blows everywhere, and suddenly regrets not pinning it up. How could she forget something like that?

He sits on the cold bench, pulling his scarf tighter around his neck.

You can’t blame them; after all, it’s quite cold outside.

6:31 on a brisk Tuesday morning.

She checks her watch, clicking her tall black high heels in impatience. Where is that bus? Already a minute late and she simply didn’t have a minute to spare.

He glances around and listens. Was that the distant roar of a bus engine? Or was it just him?

It would seem the bus is late.

6:35 on a brisk Tuesday morning.

She considers leaving, calling a cab or some other form of transportation. She really can’t be late, not today. Tuesday was the day the boss always came in early. Why Tuesday? Well, heck if she knew, she thought, clucking her tongue with lack of patience.

He shifts on the bench, glancing over and thinking about commenting on the obnoxious way she is clicking those shoes together and clucking her tongue, as if her whole being is trying to create some melody to impatience here on this cold morning.

Warm breath hangs misty in the air, and then disappears.

6:36 on a brisk Tuesday morning.

That’s it. She’s calling a cab. Pulling out her phone, a shiny and sleek new model, she presses her slender, manicured fingernails against the keys. At the same moment she noticed the time. Shoot. She’s going to be late again.


It’s amazing how few people are actually awake at six thirty in the morning.

6:37 on a brisk Tuesday morning.

She doesn’t know what hit her. Didn’t know.

Until she sees him, and he’s holding the gun, and he’s got a sort of unreadable expression on his face, like maybe he’s satisfied or maybe he’s sad, or maybe he’s a mixture of a lot of things.

He really is a mixture of a lot of things.

7:01 on a bloody Tuesday morning.

It’s surprising; honestly, how long it takes for someone to notice the woman’s body, basking in the pool of blood at the corner bus stop.

She really can’t be late.

8:19 on a dark Sunday mourning.

He sits next to the aisle, glancing over at the dark coffin at the front of the church. Then his gaze turns to the girl sitting next to him, crying and weeping, her blond hair a mess. She reminded him of someone, though he couldn’t say who. Something is familiar about her high heels, as if he can almost hear them clicking in tune with a clucking tongue. And her manicured hands, held against her watery eyes, which stream makeup down her soft, fair cheeks.

And he smiles, already planning his next trip to the bus stop on a brisk, Tuesday morning.

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CarrieAnn13 said...
Jun. 18, 2011 at 3:57 pm
I love how your story shows the point of view of the killer and the victim.  It leaves you wondering what the twist is until the end.  I love the ending too; you write amazing twists.  Keep writing!
Sweet_Deceit replied...
Jun. 18, 2011 at 9:12 pm
Tha~anks! Whenever I write... well, the twist is just a necessity! Hahaha, thanks a ton for the feedback!
NavishJaved said...
Apr. 28, 2011 at 6:47 pm

Honest opinion: Awesome, awesome, awesome! This was too good! The ending was so unexpected. I love stories like these. I love stories that have a twist. I also love how you kept notifying us of the time & date. It creates a tense, nervious atmosphere.

Really, there's no correction. This is excellent! ;D

Silver_Bullets_and_Sunshine replied...
May 3, 2011 at 5:31 pm

-Insert extremely long cord of smiley faces which would be EXTREMELY obnoxious if I typed them out-


Thanks! IT's so great to know your honest opinions; it really is. And I'm glad it seemed like it had a twist! I guess since I was writing it and knew what was going to happen, it was hard for me to tell if the ending worked or not.

Also, I'm glad the time thing worked out! I was worried if I repeated it too much it would lose effect and people would miss little chang... (more »)

Hazel-daisy This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 25, 2011 at 4:26 pm
wow i wasn't expecting this!! its really good and esy to read but yet descriptive and exciting!! well done!!
-Insert_Evil_Laugh- replied...
Apr. 9, 2011 at 4:02 pm
Thanks a ton! I really appreciate all the feedback!
CharlesDickens said...
Feb. 20, 2011 at 4:34 pm
Oh my gosh!  This equals the last one if not betters it!  I love it!  I hope you let me know next time you post one of these!  This is a great quick read!
-Insert_Evil_Laugh- replied...
Apr. 9, 2011 at 4:01 pm
Thanks! That's exactly what I was aiming for! :D
AmandaPanda123 said...
Jan. 31, 2011 at 4:59 pm
Oh my goodness! I didn't see that coming at the end! Does this mean the man sitting on the bench is a killer?! Wow. Good job. You surprised me!
-Insert_Evil_Laugh- replied...
Feb. 3, 2011 at 3:08 pm

Hahaha, thank you :3


I was a little unsure about it at first, but re-reading it now, I think it turned out nicely ^^"


Thanks so much for the feedback!

AmandaPanda123 replied...
Feb. 3, 2011 at 3:11 pm
you're welcome! I always like to have feedback too
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