Gumusservi (noun): moonlight shining on water

He loved the moon, the sea, and murder.

So that’s why, under this lovely moonlit night, he smiled with overflowing satisfaction as he flung the dead body into the ocean waves.

He angled his ear towards the cliff side.

Fwoosh.

A few breaths later-

Splash!

Twirling in joy, he relished in the familiar sound of another secret sinking beneath the moon-dappled waters. He and the ocean were soulmates. In every one of these evening exchanges, he’d share the remnants of a perfect crime, and the sea would whisper the soul’s last memories back to him.

Tonight, he once again lived through the murder.

The middle-aged man was cowering in the black alleyway, his briefcase held up to his chest in a useless defense. His legs were already red with blood and he was crying. So ugly. So much snot. Such a baby. He cried for mercy, he cried for compassion, but he didn’t cry for his family at home. When he got drunk and beat his wife, he was certainly not crying back then, either.

Naturally, he put the pitiful man out of his misery.

Humming merrily with the ocean waves, he congratulated himself on another job well done. It felt fantastic to rid the world of those who do not deserve to live.