Today I'd met death.
It had taken the form of a 5 foot girl, she wore illuminating skin and was clothed from the shoulder of her leather jacket, to the bottom of her solid heels in black. Her beauty was effortless, as if she'd stolen the appearance of an angel. She stood in front of my dog, examining it confused,scared and was deep in thought, as if she's never tried to take a life before.
When hearing Karl and I approach, her head spun to face our direction. Studying our presence, her sapphire eyes held the look of sadness and guilt, "Excuse me what are you doing?"I asked, a little intimidated by the weapon jerking in her hand, however still confident enough to try and prevent her actions.
"I-It's-s my job?" She stuttered as if it were a question. We stood there stunned at her response. "Who's later stuff?"she asked after a minute of silence, referring to our previous conversation . "Sorry?" replied Karl not understanding her question. "what band?,I heard you earlier, you said something about liking a band and their later stuff." She explained to him, confused about the subject.
"Oh, yeh the Beatles, she likes their earlier music and I like their later music. Are you a fan?" He asked genuinely. "I've never listened to them" she admitted "Seriously?" "Never really listened to any music" still pointing the gun at the dog. Having waited enough,
I addressed the current situation.
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Let it be
Kısa Hikaye"Is there any thing we can do for you?what do you need?" "I wanna live" she admitted. I wrote this story inspired by the short film let it be, by Bertie Gilbert. If there's anything you can help me improve on let me know. I might change some scenes...
