Idle Hands (R)

Avatar Author: Tesseract Writing with many facets. I've been dabbling in the Art of the Word for well over 15 years. If you leave a rating, kindly leave comments as well. What am I doing right? What am I doing wrong? You can help me grow. ... Read Bio

I always thought lighting the tip of the high heel aflame was a nice touch. One could always just toss a match into the fuel-soaked dumpster, but hey… You have to have your signature.

Sticking around just long enough to ensure the flame would catch, I would swap out my blood-soaked clothes, toss them in, then get into my car and drive off.

This had become a weekly ritual for me. I don’t know why I chose Tuesday nights, but then… neither did the investigators. All they knew was that Wednesday morning some girl would be reported missing and some business owner would report a burned-out trash bin in his back alley.

It was a thrill I’d been lacking. I love my wife and kids, but I just felt the need for something more… and I couldn’t see myself doing something as risky as bunjee jumping or rock climbing.

Parking the car in the garage, I straighten my tie and grab my briefcase. Shortly after opening the car door, my daughters dive into my arms to welcome me home.

“How was your day, Daddy?”

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  1. Avatar Tesseract

    Reposted ( http://ficly.com/stories/20296 )for the Challenge. ^^d

  2. Avatar Amaris Wolfe

    Love the story. Great job.
    You’ve created a sociopath here. Interesting.