The little boy watched as the woman fell to the ground. He felt the tears silently falling down his perfect cheeks. His little hands reached up to wipe them away even as others replaced them. The man grabbed the purse and the bag off the counter and strode out the door. The boy walked silently to the window and watched him toss the pictures aside and drive away without another glance toward the little store.
The boy walked to the cashier’s body and gently closed his eyelids, and then he went to the lady’s body and placed his hand over the wound in her heart where the blood was seeping out to stain her shirt. She would wonder where that came from when she awoke on her couch.
He closed his eyes and whispered something in a voice barely audible. This was not the first time he’d done this. A single tear drop fell from his face to hers. Slowly, in a trance-like walk, the woman stood up and went to her car. She drove away. Back to her house where her little boys would soon be coming home. Little boys so much like him. Her purpose would come to her. She would know what to do when the time came.
The boy thought about the man. The man in the mask. He knew what drove the man…and so did God. God loved that man. God wanted that man to find his home.
“God doesn’t like what you’ve done.” The boy whispered as he stared at the spot where the car disappeared and listened to the silence. Soon the police would be here. A friend of the ladies would come by and find the cashier’s body, but they wouldn’t know who committed the crime. The man left no traces, he was good…but Jeff knew. Jeff and God. And the man would repent. Soon. So soon…or suffer the consequences.
