The Art of Blending In

When Bombo and Nonnan decieded to reinvent themselves, I knew the world was over. The virus hit, and they wanted to change?

A grin spreads across my face beneath my mask. What fools.

The beach is crowded, of course, despite the possible dangers of the situaion. Many wear masks, many do not. Many are isolated, many are not.

A perfect oppritunity, I say.

Wearing a mask with suspect. Yielding a gun with no one's knowledge. Taking lives without repercussion. How could they pass up this chance? How could anyone not seize this simple oppritunity?

Bombo would be anrgy with me. Nonnan would pity me. They both would repimand me.

Such saints, now. Turning good-hearted and caring in the blink of an eye. Wanting to start a family.

I smile, slipping between two groups on the sand. They chatter, so aimlessly, without fear, spread across the beach as if they are comfortable.

It is too simple, really, how well I blend in. How easy this will be. Bombo and Nonnan are missing out. Truly.

I'm just going to the beach, after all. Just wearing a mask. Just social distancing. Just resting my hand on my gun. Just pulling out my weapon.

Just aiming to kill.

And as the first body falls, my mask barely conceals my satisfaction.