PHOTO PROMPT-Copyright-Melanie Greenwood

He sat on the bench across the street and watched. She met a friend for lunch, which seemed to be par for the course. For a few minutes he thought she’d be alone for the first time since he’d started watching her. Her friend was only running late. She had her usual-a Caesar salad. Her friend ordered a club sandwich. They talked and laughed while he dreamt of his future with her from the other side of the road.

Eventually, she would be by herself. He caressed the chloroform soaked rag in his pocket and smiled. There’s always tomorrow.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. I’m a bit surprised I didn’t go in more of a Halloween direction this week, but that isn’t where the prompt took me.