Blog of Sara Jakša

Just a Job [Fiction]

He looked her in the eyes, as the light was leaving them. He was smiling, knowing there was no other way. No other solution.

For the first time in years I felt something, when the body had hit the floor. He was my schoolmate, my best friend, my first love.

But that was years ago. In what feels like another life.

He was a treat to the national security. Sold the country's design if a new cyber weapons. Didn't even knew to whom.

He knew it will end like that. Said that he was happy it was me.

I cleaned the place, got rid of the body. I sat in the car and didn't feel anything anymore.

That was the path that I had chosen. To be a national weapon.

On the end, that was all he was. Just another job. Just another clean up.