Towards Zero

February 14th

There was only one person in the room and the only sound to be heard was the scratching of that person’s pen as it traced line after line across the paper

There was no one to read the words that were being traced. If there had been, they would hardly have believed their eves. For what was being written was a clear, carefully detailed project for murder.

The figure sitting writing raised its head. Across the serious face a smile came. It was a smile that was not quite sane.

The figure drew a deep breath. There was one thing lacking still…

With a smile the writer traced a date – a date in September.