Back inside I open the plain brown wrapper. . .
Thursday, August 19, 2010
The Stalking Menace
Light rain on the blacktop, misting through the streetlights. Approaching feet. A crumpled plain brown envelope furtively slid under the door. Rain stained and a little sticky. Hmm. Instructions to pass it on. The same feet, now fleeing. Retreating. Hurriedly even. Sirens approaching. I grab my .357 (I don't dial 911) look up the street and down, up and down. Someone in a cheap brown fedora and an oversized grey trenchcoat sliding quickly around the corner, knocking over a trashcan along the way. Sirens now moving off. A cat screams as if his tail has just been stepped on by someone in a cheap brown fedora and oversized gray trenchcoat.
Back inside I open the plain brown wrapper. . .
Back inside I open the plain brown wrapper. . .
“You can keep the things of bronze and stone and give me one man to remember me just once a year.”
ReplyDeleteDamon Runyon
Nightmare.
ReplyDeleteThere simply isn't enough alcohol to make that go away.
Keep trying
ReplyDelete:)
Eye bleach! It's way too early in the morning for a sight like that!
ReplyDeleteRRA:
ReplyDeleteEye bleach!
Too late.
And too early in the day to have a drink too.