Touring America

Into his hands they fell. Destiny had made them his, and he would use them to his advantage.

She had been sitting at the coffee shop, drinking coffee and smoking a camel cigarette with a friend. Reaching into her bag for something, she had upturned the bag, and out of it fell a set of keys. They fell through the drainage grate on the sidewalk, into the sewers below- into his home. He outstretched his hand just in time to catch them.

The woman ran to the drainage grate having spotted the keys falling through and pushed her panicked face against the grills, straining her eyes to see the keys. He had pulled his hand away and scurried from the grill seconds before. Now he was taking great joy out of watching her search for them.

He thought that so many of these women were stupid – having an address tag attached to their keys. It was as though the women were inviting him into their homes. He was not one to refuse the invitation of a beautiful woman, and so as he had done with the others, he would go their house.

He walked a kilometre through the wet and foul smelling drain pipe until he found the man hole over First and Washington. He lifted it slowly and at an opportune moment climbed out of the hole and walked with the rest of the busy New York crowd as though nothing had happened.

He hailed a cab after ten minutes and instructed the driver to take him to the address on the key tag.

Getting out of the cab he looked around him to see how many neighbours were home. The street was bare – not even one car in a driveway. He smiled, New Yorkers were all the same to him; preoccupied with themselves and too busy to notice that their lives were running out rapidly. This was only his second one in this city. He had become well know in the papers in Chicago. He was going to tour America he decided.

He walked to the Jarrah front door of a ground floor apartment. He tried two keys in the lock before he found the right one and it opened. Smiling, he entered the apartment and noticed the modern furniture in the house. Lots of electrical appliances.

He walked through the apartment picking up loose garments strewn over chairs, bringing them to his nose to inhale the sweet smell of innocence about to be cut short. He spent a few moments standing in front of the draw of panties in the bedroom, carefully selecting which pair he would keep to remind him of this happy moment. Pink, lacy, bikini briefs he decided.

Then, putting one glove covered hand into his pocket he retrieved metal shards. Cupping them gently in his hand as though they were a child, he made his way outside of the apartment to the power box and switched the power off. Moving back into the house he picked his weapon of choice. The kettle. He pulled the plug from the wall and in the open power socket he placed tiny shards of metal. Then he pushed the power chord back into the socket.

Satisfied with his set up he made a quick check of the apartment to make sure everything looked just right. Then he made his way back out to the power box and knelt under it, with a perfect view through the sliding glass door to the front door. He removed his gloves and reached into his pocket removing a thicker set of gloves- electrician’s gloves. This was his protection. He did not carry guns or knives, just gloves and shards. He had found now that was all he needed.

He knew his wait would only be brief. She would have been to someone’s house by now to collect a spare set of keys and would be rushing home now to ring someone to change the locks – just in case the wrong kind of person got their hands on the keys. He smiled at this thought, at how ironic it was.

Moments later he heard the front door opening, and there she was, walking through the doorway into the kitchen. She was tall and blonde and attractive as they all seemed to be. He breathed in with anticipation and found that he was rising with excitement. As he watched her move through the apartment, putting her clothes away, brushing her hair he found the urge to touch himself almost unbearable. He told himself to wait- there would be plenty of time for that later, when he had succeeded.

She moved to the kitchen and retrieved a mug from the cupboard near the sink and began preparing to make herself a cup of coffee. He watched as though in slow motion as the teaspoon of ground coffee was placed into the cup. He began to sweat. He wanted it to happen so badly.

She pushed the button on the side of the kettle and noticed that it had not started the kettle boiling. She laughed at herself out loud realising the power was not on. This was his cue; he stood up and flicked the power box on just as she flicked the power switch. The shards of metal did their job well, the charge of electricity was sent down her arm and through her body. Her hair stood on end and he watched as smoke started to rise from her skin. Finally the charge subsided in one last bang. It was as though the stars had exploded in from of her face. It was beautiful to him and it made him happy to know that the stars were the last thing his girls would ever see.

“New Jersey next” he whispered to himself, little flashes still in his eyes, dropping her keys on the pavement as he walked away.

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challenge, crime, electricity, panties, stars and time