'its a story that might bore you but you don't have to listen, because i always knew it was going to be like this'
cracked concrete.
dirty shoes.
long drags of smoke.
he's crying, but she's not listening.
taking a deep breath inward he exhales the winter air as she exhales the cigarette smoke.
he's always hated that about her.
she's always hated everything about him.
snow flurries dance in circles and land on their foreheads.
melting with direct contact to body heat.
her eyes are dark and bored with his precense.
his lips are curled and quivering, waiting for her to answer.
'i can change'
he mutters. he stammers. he cries.
'you'll never change'
she fidgets. she yells. she hates.
both staring at the ground, the akward silence hurts the most.
they stand back to back.
90 paces west.
turn and draw.
he draws his weapon.
but she is quicker.
shot him down.
pierced his fragile piece of pumping clarity.
he falls to his knees and even as he's dying for breath...he screams her name.
she laughs & stuffs the coiled silver death toy in her jacket.
on to a new victim. |
Submission Name: duel [turn and draw]
