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He sat in the shadows. It was his favourite time of day, still light enough to negotiate any obstacles but dark enough to keep him unseen.
The path he had walked had been shared with two cyclists, a jogger and a woman walking her dogs. He had kept his head down not wishing to make eye contact, concentrating on the task ahead. The path soon gave way to rougher ground with tree roots underfoot. He looked around and saw that he was alone. He allowed himself a smile as he set about his meticulous preparation.
His thoughts strayed to the last time. He had waited for two hours before his patience paid off. Wearing dark clothes, he was barely visible in the fading light, a scarf pulled up around his face, gloves to keep his hands warm for the job ahead. He trembled as the adrenalin kicked in. Far better than any drug, he surmised. It was the stalking, not the kill. The kill was the final act, it was unavoidable. Now he was ready again to satisfy his craving, that rush that made him light-headed.
The night was warmer than the last time but still had the same smell carried by the gentle breeze. It was the only time he recognised that smell. It could be the leaves or the grass. Whatever it was, he never seemed to smell it at any other time. He had time to think as he waited. He licked his dry lips and crouched further in the shadows. He pushed the button that lit up the dial on his watch. It was past ten o’clock, his favourite time. Another glance around confirmed he was still alone.
He did not think that it would be much longer now. He smiled as he crouched further into the shadows. He rubbed his gloved hands together to generate some warmth. One time he carelessly let his hands get cold and couldn’t do the job properly. He never made that mistake again, not when he might only get the one chance.
It was nearly midnight when he went through the front door of his house. He was momentarily startled by the voice. She had not gone to bed yet…”How many did you get tonight?”…” Just the one,” he sighed, as he put away his fishing rod in the cupboard…
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