It was mundane work as usual. Last nights hangover! My head hurts, so are legs, doctor can't say same ol' shit. It doesn't seem staring in tranquility will work. I was killing work time;bored to death. She started undressing; Someone help me. She needed hand lost in transition,I was horny. I need to get work done.But she is waiting for something else. Transfixed on her I decided to call her immediately. But she didn't answer the phone. "What the hell!" I thought of her two sons who were handicapped. They were all in illusion of the good world. Then he called, but she was in the shower. She was thinking of him. She was hoping he would leave her alone. But no, how could he, he was in love, with a married woman with two kids and one on the way. She had always been his love, ever since they first met when he was 5 and she was 3. Drowned in her thoughts he decides to call her up again and finally gets connected to the other end, "Hello Catherine!" he goes."You again..." she answers. Avoiding the trivial chit-chat, he musters enough courage to tell her the horrible news, "Listen carefully, for I will never repeat this.Do you remember that old lady."
Crippled from last week's accident, he languishingly limps through the dark corridor, holding tightly onto a 0.357 Magnum only to find a shadow lurking at the other end of the wall. "Show yourself...or I'll shoot" , he yells at the general direction of the shadow while moving slowly towards it.
He utters silently "head I kill you, tail you die".