New York City. Times Square. The Dark. The lights. Buildings. People. Crowds. Traffic. Tourists. Selfie sticks. Wolves. CDs. The pressure. The fear. The anxiety. The exchange. The fools. The shame. The laughter. Whobetta.
Ah finally I can nap.
What’s that noise?
Oh no it’s the little master.
Shut up kid I’m trying to sleep here!
Oh no don’t come towards me.
Get off my tail! Get off me!
I’m going outside.
Underneath the bouncy circle thing I go, maybe I can nap there.
Oh no she’s following me outside.
Help big masters, help! Control your beast.
Thank you masters, you’ve stopped her.
Now I can sleep.
Wait, why is she now jumping on the bouncy circle?
What an idiotic thing to do.
I’m just trying to nap.
I’m going back to my bed, it should be quiet inside now.
Wait, where’s my bed? Where has it gone?
It appears to be in the spinny water thing they put their clothes in.
Oh well, I’ll just sleep on the couch.
Another one Jim
JIM POURS ANOTHER DRINK AND SLIDES IT TO SONNY
What’s up? Haven’t seen you around here for a while
I’ve just been working
SONNY HEARS A WOMANS LAUGH. HE LOOKS UP AND SEES A COUPLE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BAR
I feel like I’ve seen that couple everyday for the past few weeks. I couldn’t tell if he was a mobster or a detective. She had the looks for Broadway but her voice had clearly suffered over the years thanks to cigarette after cigarette.
JIM INTERUPTS HIM
So Sonny, what have you been working on?
THE COUPLE STOP TALKING AND LOOK AT SONNY
(He freezes when he notices this) Erm nothing much really, but be making some things disappear.
For so long the walls of this place have been a haven for me, but tonight it feels like a courthouse. Jim was judge while Bonnie and Clyde over there was the jury. Jim knew something was up. Something possibly even illegal. I had to get out. I have to get up.
SONNY STANDS UP AND WALKS OUT THE DOOR. THE COUPLE FOLLOW HIM. HE BEGINS TO WALK FASTER AND FASTER, BUT AS HE DOES HE HEARS THEIR FOOTSTEPS GROW FASTER AND FASTER AS WELL. HE GETS TO A DARK ALLEYWAY. HE FINDS HIS CAR WITH ONLY A FLICKERING STREET LAMP LIGHTING OLD PERCY. BUT HE STILL HEARS THE FOOTSTEPS, HE ISN’T SAFE YET. LOUDER. FASTER. THEY GROW NEARER. HE FUMBLES FOR HIS KEYS TRYING TO FIND THE RIGHT ONE. THE PANIC MAKES HIM DROP THEM AND THEY ROLL UNDER THE CAR. HE GETS ON HIS KNEES AND FUMBLES AROUND LOOKING FOR THEM BLINDLY. CLOSER THE FOOT STEPS GET WHEN SUDDENLY A HAND TOUCHES HIM ON THE SHOULDER. HE SCREAMS
Sonny, it’s me! What’s wrong?!
SONNY POINTS TO THE DENT ON HIS BUMPER. A SMUDGE OF RED STOOD OUT ON THE SILVER PAINT.
I did it. I killed them.
I don’t know
It was a dark night, the night was pouring and so was the booze. The drive home was short but deadly as I hit a couple in the road. I stopped for a few seconds. There was a man in a suit and a woman in red. They didn’t move. Neither did I for a few minutes as everything computed. I was a killer. I drove on but they have followed me around ever since.