As he feasted on his candied almonds in front of the cabin fire, he ruminated on how long it had been since he had indulged his 'hobby'. The soft
snowflakes hit the tiny warped windowpane noiselessly. He watched their unique patterns slowly melt into nothingness against the warmth of the
Around him was a tiny bed, a kitchenette, and besides the small sofa he was sitting on, only a dresser.
A door behind and to his right led to a tiny bathroom containing a standup shower and small vanity.
The bare wood floorboards were slightly warped and polished only by countless traveler's feet.
He checked his watch for the time, and although it was nearing 7pm, his door still hadn't been knocked upon, nor his phone ra- *knock knock knock!*
went the door!
He rushed to it to pick up his 'festive' pizza. In this small mountain town with only one motel and some rentable cabins, the only 'restaurant'
besides the gas station/diner was a small Domino's Pizza franchise in a seedy stripmall.
He opened the door, and beheld a young man standing in the blizzard wearing his company's uniform, short sleeves.
'You must be cold, man!' he said to the delivery boy.
'No crap, man! I can't believe I decided to work on Christmas, but hell, not everyone celebrates it, and I make double pay, so it's worth it! Can I
come in and use your pisser real quick?'
'Sure, no problem,' he said. He took the somehow still slightly warm pizza box from the boy's hands and they both went inside.
'Dannnnng, nice fire you got going!' said the delivery boy.
'It's really easy if you have enough boredom and newspaper!' he said, pointing.
The boy went into the bathroom and shut the door. The man went to the kitchen and put the pizza box in the oven and set it to warm on a timer. He
got out his plate, knife and fork and from the minifridge pulled out a tiny salad he had premade. He set the utensils and plate on the tiny fold out
table, and sat down staring straight at the wall.
The boy came out of the bathroom and said 'Hey, thanks man!'
The man at the table turned around and said, 'Oh yeah , don't forget your tip!' He reached across the table to where his wallet and keys had been
sitting, while the boy walked over.
The man's hands passed over the wallet picked up the knife, and the man stabbed the boy repeatedly in the belly and below the sternum.
As a small gurgle of surprise came from the boy's mouth as he slumped to the floor, the man calmly slashed the boy's throat. Some weak spurts from
the delivery boy's already weakening system splashed onto the bare wood floor.
The man heard the beep of the oven timer go off and got his pizza out. After putting some slices on his plate, he began to eat using the knife he had
just used, with the fork. 'Always good to have some extra seasoning,' he mumbled to himself.
edit on 16/12/2021 by chris_stibrany because: spelling
edit on 16/12/2021 by chris_stibrany because: (no reason