One of my all time favorite short stories, and indeed all time favorite pieces of writing is this gem by Ernest Hemingway:

"For Sale: Baby Shoes. Never Worn".

What can I say? Fantastic.
Anyhow, thought i'll put up a story I wrote up while having my super late lunch.
Read till the very end to get the context.

Comments, as well as additional stories are welcome. Have a nice weekend y'all


It was cold. He wasn't expecting it.
Who wants cool temperate conditions? He liked when things became hot,
sweaty and sticky. It is more organic this way, less mechanical, less detached.
No matter, he was here, he had taken the money and no backing out.
This one will be hard, even by his standards. But he knew if he can pull this off,
he will the best in the business. Numero Uno. It wasn't easy to be where he
was. Lots of practice, along with being smart. Everyone else in his field was a
cowboy. It was always wham-bam-thank you ma'am. Not him though - he takes his
time. Does research. Preparation is key. It is this preparation, which lets
him guarantee satisfaction.
He had his movements down pat. Everything about him was zen-like, the way he
moved his body. His hands, specially his hands. He was famous for them.
He checks his watch, it was time. Remember - do not develop any emotions.
Carry out the job with extreme prejudice.
Wait.. wait..
..
..
..
On the job. quick! slowly move hands, use finger. in, out. blood. screams.
he was out of here. it has been done. satisfaction guaranteed. He was number
one now.

Texas Book Depository, Dallas, Texas, Nov. 22 1963.