Who says we can't write a book, just as "he" does? We just need to work together. (Yep, I'm in a strange mood!)
I'll start.
Walking down the long, country road that evening, a warm breeze touching my face, my mind wandered back to a different time.
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Walking down the long, country road that evening, a warm breeze touching my face, my mind wandered back to a different time.
A happier time? Possibly, certainly less complicated, and just, well easier. In those days I could just go out and walk, enjoy the views, let my mind fall into neutral, free from worry.
I certainly never used to go walking with an unlicensed, Browning 9mm Hi Power in one coat pocket, and a suppressor in the other, as I felt the need to nowadays.....
But, alas, it was only a very good reproduction, a squirt gun really. I had a hell of a time sawing off that orange tip. The suppressor will fill in the gap. But it did look real enough, real enough anyway to do what I know I needed to do.
The crazy fools. Trying to convince me it's all in my head. The signs are clear. And the message last night - oh I got it all right. I know what needs to be done.
Now I just needed to fine tune the details, work on that all important alibi...no way were they gonna see this coming.
That grocer down on 8th avenue never should have priced those oranges at that price.
Three for $5.00... and they weren't even navels! Greedy little foreigner.
What she sees in the smarmy expletive I will never understand.
Still, the oranges were delicious. I suppose a brisk squirt into the nostrils from the Browning 9 would at least help me to feel a bit better.
So I pulled the weapon out from my pocket and fired. But instead of water, which is what I expected, out came some sort of green liquid that hit him in the nose. He clutched his face, made a gurgling sound, and collapsed to the floor unconscious. What? This is not what I had filled the gun with. Someone must have tampered with it, but who? I needed to get out of there fast. Already another customer in the store, with a look of horror on their face, was dialing their cell phone…
Yet, I knew I would feel better for only a moment. As soon as the brief euphoria wore off, the darkness of my mission would again weigh heavy on my soul...
I scanned the rear of the store. There was a door just past the Romaine. But could I reach it before the customer was finished dialing? I had to try.