Random Short Story
The man took the shotgun out of the trunk. As he walked around the car, the radio was still playing christmas songs. It was short after sunset and the air was warm and moist, quite usual at this time of year.
With the headlights on, he leaned on the hood. The engine was hot from the long drive up north. He started to feel hungry.
Getting the gun in the big city had been more difficult than anticipated. At the end he had to kill the dealer and ditch him somewhere in the outskirts. Better not to leave any traces.
He knew his target would arrive soon. One or two shots maximum. And it would be a righteous kill, after all what had happened. Suddenly he wondered what he would have for dinner, amused by his own estrangement.