A story of Regret

5:30

It was 5:30 in the morning when the clock rang.
Laurent got up from his chair, which he had slept in overnight.

He turned off the alarm clock and went out into the kitchen.

The grey stone floor was cold. He turned on the light and a lamp lit up over the small dining table.
Around the table were three plastic chairs. He lived in a shit hole of an apartment.

The apartment could be found in an old working quarter. A trashy place suited for his trashy personality.

He opened the fridge and took out a tray of eggs. He turned on the stove and put a pan on it. In a bowl, he put plum and egg white in from four eggs.

After 8 minutes and 47 seconds, there were scrambled eggs on a plate along with a piece of bread and a mug of black coffee, next to it.

While eating, he looked at his tablet. Three new tasks. 85,000 dollars for each kill.

He had the money for a nicer place. An expensive place with rich people as neighbours. But it was a place he could leave, burn down and forget about.

When he had finished eating, he put the plate down in the dishwasher.

Inside the small room that was apparently called a bedroom, he took out a viridian coloured suit.

As he sat on the bed lacing up his caramel brown leather shoes, he looked at the picture on his bedside table.

It was the only kind of decoration and personal thing that was in the apartment.

He smiled quietly and remembered the day the picture had been taken.