He stood atop the terrace, looking at the smattering of stars the parting clouds made way for. He remembered all those stories his grandmother used to tell him, about people becoming stars after they died. He wondered how many stars he'd put up there personally. And were they looking at him now? He looked at his watch. In about a half hour, it would be time to send up another star. It was cold. The rain had ceased, and it was wet all around him. He hoisted the silencer-fitted sniper gun on the wall railing and turned the telescope, getting a clearer picture.
The slim executive walked out of the restaurant, brief-case in hand. There was a pretty young thing hanging on to his elbow, and here was the challenge. He had to down only one. Hmmm, he gripped the wooden handle of the gun and sighed deeply, sticking his eye into the telescope, as it followed the couple below.
The lightning struck quick, followed by an unusually loud clap of thunder. The executive's girlfriend looked up and remarked.
"Oh, look sweetheart, that struck the arrester of that building. So close by, huh?"
The executive looked up and shrugged. "Hmmm. Good thing that building has an arrester. It looks old to me."
Little did they know, it was their (un)lucky 'star' that arrested the lightning.