Unwanted Guest
He sat alone. Hunched over. His elbows resting on his knees. A revolver in each hand.
The house looked alien. All the lights were out. The streetlight shone through the blinds casting razor blades of light over the dining room table, the man and the guns.
What would he do? The person who lives here would be home any minute now. Would the intruder be recognized. Probably. They’ve met several times.
The keys were in the door. Jingle. The door opened. The man walked in through his front door. Immediately something felt wrong. Something just on the edge of perception. Someone breathing.
He walked into the dining room. There was a man sitting at his table. He had a gun. Two guns.
The intruder raised an arm. He aimed his gun at the homeowner’s head. The other arm raised and rested the other gun against his own head.
“I know what you’ve done.”
He fired both guns with expert timing.