Wanted

Cindy left the house through the front door as she had every day for the last two weeks. She walked the three blocks to her car, keeping on her mask and gloves until she reached the highway – never know when a traffic cam might be working. As she sped along, she tossed the mask and gloves out the window, laughing as the wind blew in her face.

“I can take this off now,” she said to no one in particular as she pulled off the short-haired, brown wig, and removed a few pins, allowing her golden curls to fall to her shoulders.

She drove for a few hours then pulled into a gas station where she bought a newspaper as well as a full tank of gas. She continued driving for another hour before she pulled into the parking lot of a Residence Inn. Parking in the back, she took a bag from the trunk of her car, pulled out a key card and let herself into the building. The hotel was generally empty these days, but she’d been there before the lockdown and more likely than not would continue there for at least the rest of the year – since she’d paid for it up front. She did her own cleaning so the hotel was happy to have a paying guest that didn’t require any services.

She dropped her bag on the floor by the door, headed to the bathroom, stripped and jumped in the shower. “Finally, I can get rid of the smell of mothballs and old lady piss,” she said to the empty bathroom. She spent a good half hour scrubbing and thinking dreamily about sitting on Mrs. Watts’ sleeping chest, injecting the air into her vein, and then watching as her eyes flew open, first confused, then angry, then afraid, then full of pain, excruciating pain, and then, empty. Dark soulless, globes, her mouth still open in a silent scream. Little thrills made Cindy shiver as she remembered. It was almost as good as an orgasm.

She wrapped herself in a towel then sat down on the couch with the newspaper, searching the help wanted ads for her next client. It had become so easy since the lockdown to find elderly patients, desperately in need of home care. Someone virus free, who didn’t mind living in and had experience as a nurse. Cindy fit the bill in spades. A pretty girl with a sweet disposition and experience? They couldn’t wait to hire her once they met her. And she was so kind in her ministrations, her clients were thrilled to have her care for them. Until they weren’t.

It used to be more difficult, as adult children would stop by or even be the ones to interview her. But those cases ended up being her references. She had good references. Now, however, every client was hers to euthanize. Well, sort of like euthanize. She ended their earthly suffering, freeing them from this mortal coil. She giggled. Granted, it was with several moments of terror and pain…but she should get some pleasure out of dealing with those society no longer wanted; those it preferred to ignore or forget. She smiled thinking last year she’d had to settle for only four happy endings, but this year in just six months she’d added some 18 blissful memories to her collection. It had taken her four years to get that many before.

Sighing, she circled a few possibilities and took out her phone.