Posted January 31, 2018 (edited) The air is thick tonight with the haze of wandering smoke crawling through an open vent shaft as if escaping down one of the towns dim lit back alleys. The alley is filled with the noise of poorly sung melody’s from the gargled intoxicated mouths of some the towns so call upstanding citizens, footsteps tap across the pavement along the roadside in an almost perfect tempo, the unmistakable movements a beat cop walking his route like a well-trained robot. Like a quickened shadow I slip lower in the alley till consumed by the darkness unseen, unheard, the officer looks straight at me as he passes by but that trained robot cannot sense a thing. I take out cigarette from jacket inside pocket striking a match across the wall lighting my eyes up for a split second as I draw a puff and take one last look at her in the photo. Closing time soon, closing time and people will roll out on the streets like sheep flocking to the nearest diner to soak up all that top shelf poison’s they have been flooding inside their body all night. 2am last call is heard from the under paid bar maid in mild moody manner that makes the local flocks feel uneasy...but helps her clear them out fast. I call the number provided it rings for what feels like an eternity till the clumsy sound of hastily pressed button as the phones dragged through the contents of her DB hand purse. She answers. I explain the situation I give her the name she knows all too well and tell her it's time for the exchange, her breath speeds up with excitement an anticipation of the joy to come, the joy only a junky can explain cause their next fix is just round the way, I tell her be alone, "of course" she calls me baby as she hangs up and makes her way out of the crowed street, her high heels click as she walks down the alley and her cool calm charm from the phone call is all but gone as she steps slowly lower into the alley she steps right by me but can't see a thing, she whispers out the name I was given...some low life drug dealer obviously, a hero of hers but he's not here tonight. The clouds cover the moon light the alley becomes fully engulfed in a shadow of darkness, the sheep all heading out of the karaoke bar make it almost too hard to hear. She whispers again, this time I whispers back. The whisper of an omega 9 silencer answers her with the hot fiery tongue of my Glock 19's 9mm hollow point tip as it enters her chest and falls forward into my waiting arm, I make it whisper again...one more time just to make sure I lay her down and toss a few baggies next to her tip out her purse a set the scene, I roll off the whisper and put the speaker away. Her habit caught up with her and someone found it cheaper to have me be the reaper than wait for her to pay the bill. I slowly walk off into the night light another cigarette as if I had been part of the locals partying, blending in, unnoticed, unseen. I’m one of them, but they’re not one of me...I head to my human ATM to clear my cheque and let him know her debts now paid ......paid in full. Edited January 31, 2018 by Cosumar Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
