Dedicated to Cookiemonsterxxx, I love your book!
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The fat man sat casually in the driver seat of the great fish truck. Eyes were half closed as he sings the old country song. Drive gently and quietly in the night, while the world seems to fall asleep.. He lighted a smoke, “OOOOk-lahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain,” he sings smoothly while his voice were full of happiness.
Suddenly something in the middle of the road caught those tiny eyes of his. An 8 years old little girl stand in the middle of the road, her face were full of greasy dirt and her cloth were just as old as the fat man. The fat man park the truck on the side of the road then move heavily down to the ground.
“Do you need help?” The fat man asked.
“Could you please drive me to the west?” She murmured softly. The west, were the dead lives, that’s what all people says.
“Sure, hop on.” The fat mad said as he sweeps his left hand to the truck.
He was just about to get on the truck; the little girls pulled him down with the little hand of hers.
That was not some ordinary strength of a 8 years old girl.
As the fat man splashed his chubby body on the ground the girl walked next to him.. slowly…
She gaze at the fat man about 5 seconds then…”YUMMY.” She smiled.
The smoke on the fat man’s shirt has fade to a strong blood smell.
“AHHHHHHHHH..” The fat man screamed as his voice woke up the sleepy world.
