[Prompt from http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ .]
He shook the empty Clorox bottle before throwing it against the ceramic floor. Should’ve stopped by the market and bought another, he thought with dismay. Now he’d have to leave his work to get another bottle. It was never good to leave things unfinished. All the better for another to stumble upon his work.
His boss would never approve of his lack of foresight.
But the deed had to be done, if not to protect himself but to protect the man that had saved him so many years before. Without his boss, his life would still have no meaning.
He just had to hope the neighbors or other family members wouldn’t stumble upon the bloody mess of limbs and
flesh laid out in the target’s kitchen floor. That would be most unfortunate indeed.