From her kitchen window, Sandy Mark, stared out at the world.
It was a glorious afternoon after rain drenched morning. The sun was singing high in the sky and there wasn’t a cloud in sight. Outside in the park, people were laughing and enjoying themselves. There was such fun and joy in the air.
It would have been a happy time for Sandy if she wasn’t so scared. So fearful at the situation. In the distance, she stared at two young lovers passionately kissing each other and remembered what things were like before.
She poured in sugar and slapped in fat into a mixing bowl and began whisk the contents. Then she broke two eggs, not caring about about the shells. A little shell never killed anyone, she thought. But he had.
The lovers had now risen from from the park bench and were walking hand in hand to the fountain feature.
Sandy mixed the batter with a passion. The man had not seen her. He didn’t know she had watched him kill. Held her breath in the tiny space where she’d hid until he had completed his coldblooded mission and going. A shiver ran down her spine.
She poured in flour, and continued to mix the batter. She was baking the cake for her birthday party. Though she was fearful about that too.
Then killer had murdered Tiger. And Sandy knew only time will tell if he’d strike again.
She poured the batter into greased tin, and shoved in her pre-heated oven. In an hour the cakes should be ready, then left to cool before icing.
“We meet again,” growled a deep voice.
Sandy jumped and stared at the door. A masked intruder stood at the door and fired two shot.
Screaming, her life flashed past her. And then she was down.