He remembered the window in the kitchen accurately and slipped it open with a small pop. Three weeks he had been watching them, here at the park, Wednesdays at the library, Saturdays on the ball field. He never got burns no matter how much he held it. She always had him dressed in the same red coat. Of course he wouldn’t finish that “job”, his cover had been blown and he had no intentions on ever being caught. People were sparse and usually in a hurry. He had been raping and unintentionally killing children for most of his adult life. His mother helped him up and said to the rapist, “Don’t I know you?”
The look of horror on his face confused the lady. He was able to get inside one morning last week. He had been raping and unintentionally killing children for most of his adult life. The young boy looked up at the man watching him with some recognition. He averaged a child or two a month.