Alfie

Seen at the Fullerton Station waiting for the Red Line to Howard at about 8:20 a.m.

He’d left her alive, and he hadn’t meant to.

When Alfie licked his chapped lips he could taste her tears on his mustache. This was bad. It wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be. He’d never been a good disciplinarian; his kids were spoiled, disgusting little brats who never called. But now he’d really have to man up. After all, he was just trying to teach her a valuable lesson. Walking alone at night was dangerous. You never know who might come along. You never know what they might do. He was being kind, truly.

However, his kindness had lasted too long. The whole business should have been over and done with by now. She squirmed so much under his hands, though. And her vodka-laced breath and grimy tongue made Alfie nauseous. Maybe if he made her brush her teeth he could do it. He decided to pick up a toothbrush on the way home from work.

Who doesn't love a nice little serial killer story? Actually, I imagine Alfie as a future serial killer. He's just getting started. Ugh. I am a weird person.

Anyway, I hope you all have a lovely weekend. Tonight I'm getting fish fry with friends. Yum.