GLOVES
Prompt - Gloves : Write about a pair of gloves - what kind of gloves are they? Who wears them and why?
The gloves were the last thing to go on, moments before he left the car. Black, latex, easily disposed off later. No DNA, no fingerprints, that was the aim. His black windcheater and trousers were slick nylon, hard for anything to adhere to, easily thrown into the machine and washed as soon as he got home. Black boots with flat, patternless soles, the trousers tucked in to minimise risks of catching on anything. A totally different outfit to the one he left the flat wearing.
He'd stopped at the Old Byre, a dark and unfrequented spot, where he could change into his work clothes without rush or risk. Then on to the place he'd decided on last week. A fifteen minute walk from his target, plenty of other cars, no CCTV. His planning had, as always, been thorough. He ran through the checklist again. Toolkit in the belt round his waist. Flicknife is his right hand pocket. The little Walther pistol, a last choice insurance measure, in the holster under his left armpit. A fold up backpack in the left jacket pocket. It would, he hoped, be well filled on the return journey.
He checked his watch. Bang on time. Pulled the balaclava on to his head to look like a stocking cap. And then the gloves. Out the car, click shut - he'd disabled the confirmatory beeps and flashing lights - and key in trouser pocket. Gloved hands deep into the jacket, he set off on the path he'd walked ten times before. In forty five minutes he'd be back. But for now it was time to go to work.
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