Practice Makes Perfect

The blood-filled capillaries in his eyes, and the surprised expression cemented on his face, indicated he was dead. Despite her third success, Rose was disappointed, and remained straddled over his limp torso analyzing the past two minutes. She took in the destruction around her while catching her breath, then released the pressure of the lamp cord off his bulging throat. She sat upright, slamming her hand frustratingly into his chest. Her process had improved, but to consider herself a professional, a higher caliber of efficiency was required. Rose grinned. Perhaps next time will be the perfect ending to her book.