The Longest Day

I felt an immense pressure on my head. I needed to get her attention. I refused to wait any longer. She stood alone outside the club; waiting for a friend. This was my one and only chance. I got up from the table, mustered the needed bravado and moved to where she was standing. I was ready. I had been following her all day. She was the one, there was no doubt about it. There were numerous opportunities earlier but I reluctantly chose to be patient. It had been a long day; the longest day.
She was standing in the alley with her back to me when I approached her. Slowly, I moved closer to her. I could smell her skin. Before she had a chance to react, the knife was out and her throat was cut. I left her there in the alley; still waiting for her friend. On to the next…