A good opener?

She stood by the window, looking out at the falling snow, feeling alone and if she was truthful with herself, in a state of near panic. But there was nothing to be done, how you can undo the past? You can't. You either get on with it or wallow in a pool of self pity until you drown.

Rolling her shoulders to try and clear some of the tension from her neck she turned away from the bright and cheerless view, determined to set events in motion: there were things to do and not much time to do them in. It takes time to plan a murder, well it takes time to plan a murder that you want to get away with, and tempus fugit: he was coming home tomorrow and from experience she knew he would not be happy and when he wasn't happy he made sure those around him felt his displeasure, but of course those who he purportedly loved bore the full force of his stormy temper. According to him, she was the only person he loved. Lucky me she thought.

But Sarah was no longer the same woman she was yesterday, today she had been told she would be a mother for the first time and that six letter word had re-arranged her prioities quicker than any blow to her body had ever done in the past.

Her reasons for staying with him dissolved like mist in the morning sun and now for the first time in years she could clearly see the future and she was going to make sure that future did not include a man who liked to strangle her to with in an inch of her life during sex and who thought foreplay was was a euphemism for beating someone black and blue.

Sarah, asked herself one more time, could she kill another human being, even to save her unborn child?

"Yes I can", the softly spoken words floated out into the empty room and as they left her mouth so did any doubts that remained.

There was a definitive course of action, in reality it was the only option open to her. Kill the man she had once loved with all her heart to save her child's future.

Now that she had made the decision she just had to come up with a way to kill the President of the United States and get away it.

There was a way, there always is, you just have to be strong enough to walk down that road; once you set foot on it there was no turning back and no seconds chances.

"Am I strong enough?" Sarah asked herself.

Placing her hands on her flat stomach, she knew there was life growing inside her and she felt the strength flowing into her hands, running up her arms and race around her body like a jolt of white-hot lightning.

"For you child, I would tear down this building, even if I had to rip it apart stone by stone with my bare bloody hands."

The steel in her voice suprised her, for she had thought that part of her was long gone, chipped away over time until there was nothing left of her spirit but a small pile of rubble destined to be be crushed into the sands of time.

Maybe if Obama wasn't in, ah well :-)