DWP - diamond: four line prose

(prompt: Friday's four-line prose; fourth line must end with the word "diamond".)



Ifor opened the door, certain that the person he intended to see was inside; he was.

"What do you want?" Mr. Hallowords bellowed, cigar hanging between his mouth, spectacles resting at the end of his large nose, his bulging eyes bloodshot.

Ifor smiled, one front tooth missing and, like a flash of lightning, pulled his revolver, aimed it at his target and pulled the trigger.

He approached Mr. Hallowords' body whose head had slumped back on his leather chair, and having ascertained that the bullet had rendered the old man dead, he closed the door behind him as he whistled "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds".