Please note that this is only a part of the short story and a rough first draft to boot. It will all be compiled into an edited, completed short story when all is said and done. This is to make sure I’m being held accountable for my 30 day writing challenge!
The door opened. Victor let it swing by itself momentarily, allowing a ghost-like breeze to widen his entry. Victor stepped inside. The breeze was not enough to cool his temper; he still had a mission. Streams of light peeked through the curtains, lighting up floating dust particles. The computers lined up and down the room and hummed in an unnatural usion.
Victor made his way towards Lucy’s desk at the front of the room. He stood stoically in front of her computer like he was confronting a bully in a playground.
“She won’t be needing this anymore,” said Victor. Grunting, he threw the monitor to the floor. It flew off and came back and hit the desk dangling by its cables. Victor heaved the computer case so both it and the monitor fell to the floor.
Victor bent down and picked up the small trash bin beside the computer chair. He pulled out the lighter from his pocket and moved it between his fingers.
He could smell the distinct aroma of methylated spirits and he looked to the whiteboard that stretched from one side of the room to the other. He knelt down and opened one of the cupboards in Lucy’s desk and retrieved a bottle of the foul, purple liquid.
TO BE CONTINUED…