Story #41

The assassin crossed himself before taking aim and popping the head off his intended target. He prayed for the fallen and thought, "Now I must confess." In the mountains, he found her by her voice, the rock painted red. He knelt before her. "Bless me mother, for I have sinned," he said, "It has been four days, sixteen hours and thirty-two minutes since my last confession." The rock threw herself at his head, knocking him unconscious. When he awoke, she was gone. The name and location of his next target was written in the dirt where she had been.