I wake up every morning at three fifteen with blood on my mind I leave as soon as the milkman has driven past, that way I know he's done for the night, they're like Me, people of the night.
As I walk the streets I see into houses into lives I see what the average eyes don't I see the suffering I see the hatred I see the abuse. This looks like the perfect town, but it's not, far from it.
A voice from behind shaky cold or scared "Hey, got a smoke"
"No sorry buddy, I don't smoke"
"Come on man, don't lie everyone smokes"
He grabs my shoulder and stares me down
So I breath try staying calm lower my voice to a deeper more threatening tone maybe he'll back off "I said, I don't smoke"
"You looking to die tonight threatening me like that?"
"Haha, it won't be me dying tonight buddy, considering.. you're the one with a knife in the heart, and lucky me I know a shortcut home from here so I can dispose of you and continue my walk in peace let's get you home, in the jar with the other pennies"
"You.. won't.. get away.. with this" he manages to push through the blood in his lungs. I get him home and burry him in the jar under the grass in my back garden, several bodies under there still being looked for my the police, they'll never find them, not while I live.
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The Small Town Murders
Cerita PendekA short story Based on the bigger picture. In a delusional world you'll be hearing more about our main character.
