David stood in the kitchen pondering the un-opened package of chocolate-marshmallow treats. He knew that if he reached for one, he must suffer dire consequences. Leaning over the counter, he placed his chin in his cupped hands staring at the package of sinful bliss. He knew that 15 pounds ago, he would have eaten the entire package without blinking. But now, the thought of consuming 2,000 calories in one sitting gave him pause.
Suddenly and without warning, his foot pressed a pedal flinging the trash can lid open with such force that the metallic lid struck the wall behind it with a gong-like crash which echoed throughout the house. With one swift brush-like motion, he flung the entire package off the counter sending it straight into the trash can. Releasing the pedal, the reverberating sound came to a muffled halt. Suddenly, the bright red dot on the back of David’s head extinguished itself.
Across the street, a shadowy figure perched in a tree engaged the safety of his sniper rifle automatically shutting off the laser sighting. Lowering the tool of his trade, the would-be assassin lit a cigarette. The tendrils of smoke rose to meet his nostrils as he inhaled deeply. He would rest for now. But for how long?
How long indeed?
