The journey

I watch you through eyes half closed, feigning sleep. You stare out of the window, the World passing by, first houses, factories, old warehouses, the derelict remnants of industrial Midland towns. The stations flick by as the train gains speed heading towards the green fields that bound the suburban sprawl.

You brush a strand of stray blond hair from your face, it used to be red, I’ve been watching you for a while now but you don’t know it. I know your habits, your movements, your routines. I know where you work, where you sleep…where you live.

I’m meticulous you see, you have to be in my line of business. One wrong move and the whole deal collapses. I’m under tremendous pressure, but the pay-off is worth i. The hunt is always a challenge but the reward, the heart-stopping, breath-catching, mind-blowing, stomach-knotting reward….

The kill!


About Autistic writing

Im 46, autistic and vocal about it, a specialist autism mentor in higher education, embarking on my MEd in adult autism, autistic advocate and campaigner, writer and co-founder of asP - the autism strategy partnership #differentnotdamaged #askaboutasP

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