She glanced at her watch again, then out the window at the black sky. From the street below they could hear the crowd counting down.
The man tried to shout through the tape over his mouth, jerking his body on the chair he was tied to.
3…2…1… Midnight struck. The first firework soared into the sky from the castle overlooking the city. As the first bang filled the air, she shot him. The noise from the gun was lost amidst the fireworks.
She sat at the window and watched the rest of the display. One less bomb-maker in the world. Not a bad way to start the new year.

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above, thanks to Vijaya for the photo).
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