The Warning
She changed her mind.
Leaning down, almost intimately, she looked him in the eye and spoke, softly. “I’m going to tell you a secret.”
Stepped behind his chair, and put a hand on his shoulder, as if to hold him there, in place.
Whispered, stirring the fine hairs on his ear. “Remember today. When you are about to have your last thought, when you are tied to a chair in a cheap motel, and the gun is touching your head, I want you to remember you could have stopped it all. But you won’t, and since you won’t, know now that this will be your last thought: you don’t walk on a friend, and you don’t cheat a dealer.”
She kissed the top of his head, a loud smack in the still room, and left.
That was the day life became interesting.
Interesting. I can’t decide whether the woman’s a friend giving him a warning of what will inevitably happen if he continues his current behaviour or if she’s someone making a subtle (or not so subtle) threat. Either way, there’s something very menacing about this woman.
I see you’ve put a novel on the blog. I must take a look at some point when I’ve got a bit more time.
All the best with your writing and the blogging. I’m posting articles on creative writing on my blog – lawrenceez.wordpress.com Check them out.
Damn!!!!!