Two days to the end. He stared at the blank piece of paper,
unblemished, resting quietly on the large study, thinking of word plays and
playing on words. These circular thoughts were largely his company when he
realized the futility of it all. Time, purpose, life. Theories and
extrapolations crafted by a man waiting on his execution; desperately trying to
piece together the meaning of it all before he lets it go.
He made a peace sign with his right hand by extending his index and middle finger and placed it on his mouth. He took a big breath in and for a moment he could feel his soul being sucked away by an unseen force. That made him unsettled, albeit slightly, and he rose from his chair like an animal provoked, defiant till the end.
“Lucy! Get me Lucy!” he yelled. That double-crossin bitch. When I get my hands on her she’s done for. His breath heavy and laden with anger. Slowly but surely, it gave way to cold, unadulterated fear.
“C’mon, don’t do this to me man. Please!” he began to choke.
Under the thin veil of moonlight a figure emerged from the shadows. His stood at about 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders and broad ape- like hands, which made the gun in his hands appear relatively tiny. His face was obscured by a shadow created by the large tipping hat that he was wearing.
“ I’m afraid that no one can save you now”, the deep demon-like voice croaked.
Two muted shots rang out and it was over as
quickly as it began. Mr. Sanders’ blood soaked body laid sprawled on top of the
crimson coloured Turkish carpet that he cherished so much, his voice
frantically gurgling and gasping, before it could gurgle nor gasp anymore. His
eyes wide open, gazing in awe of the white of the full moon against the
backdrop of a clear night sky.
He made a peace sign with his right hand by extending his index and middle finger and placed it on his mouth. He took a big breath in and for a moment he could feel his soul being sucked away by an unseen force. That made him unsettled, albeit slightly, and he rose from his chair like an animal provoked, defiant till the end.
“Lucy! Get me Lucy!” he yelled. That double-crossin bitch. When I get my hands on her she’s done for. His breath heavy and laden with anger. Slowly but surely, it gave way to cold, unadulterated fear.
“C’mon, don’t do this to me man. Please!” he began to choke.
Under the thin veil of moonlight a figure emerged from the shadows. His stood at about 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders and broad ape- like hands, which made the gun in his hands appear relatively tiny. His face was obscured by a shadow created by the large tipping hat that he was wearing.
“ I’m afraid that no one can save you now”, the deep demon-like voice croaked.
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