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Missy sat there, her chin cupped in her hands, her eyes locked onto the man on stage. She couldn’t turn away, couldn’t even stop staring to pick up her drink (twelve dollars!) and have a sip. All she could do was watch his fingers and how they flew across the guitar strings.
As the song ended, Missy sighed and eased back, relaxing into her plush chair. She watched the last of the musical notes float above her head. The man on stage said a few words of gratitude into the microphone, but Missy didn’t care. She wasn’t there for words.
Disclaimer: What’s that sound coming out of the hole in the wood? It’s the guitar!
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Sentries lined the boulevard, their chrome plating shining brightly in the afternoon sun.
Morgan frowned, rebelliously bored.
“The High Officer should have been here by now?” Morgan said.
“He’s only thirty minutes late,” Loughlin replied. “That’s early for him.”
“We’re forced to attend these processions and the guy doesn’t show?” Morgan grumbled. “I got shit to do, man.”
A few spectators shifted uncomfortably, moving away as Morgan uttered his unsanctioned, traitorous words.
“Chill,” Loughlin hissed. “You want to be repurposed into a sentry?”
Morgan stared at the line of metal guards. “At least I’d be lobotomized, instead of just bored.”
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We’ve been on this planet for eighty-three days now.
I am so bored.
Littleton has figured out how to recycle our urine so it is semi-palatable. Okay, it’s not even close to palatable, but at least its cold.
Foster has confirmed that the tuber-like plants are not edible. He died about an hour ago.
I set half our oxygen supply on fire accidentally. So, there’s that.
Have I mentioned I’m bored?
What the hell is Collier doing over there? Oh. Seriously?
I wonder if I can get Littleton and Collier to fight?
Let’s find out.
Disclaimer: Even cold, urine still tastes like piss.
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Too Nice A Night
The sound of Neil Diamond’s Sweet Caroline drifts on the summer breeze as Carol ready’s the baseball bat. She hums along, her lips mouthing the “bom bom bom” part when it comes up.
“Nice night,” she says, twisting her hands, feeling the slight perspiration. “Too nice a night for this unfortunate business.”
A muffled cry and Carol narrows her eyes. Linda, gagged, wrists and ankles behind her, hanging from the bar across the swing set, stares in pure terror.
“It was simple,” Carol says as she brings the bat back. “Approve the new landscaping.”
The bat swings fast and hard.
Disclaimer: Stun guns make good neighbors.
Bam! Boom! Kapow!
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Lightest of Touches
A small flutter, barely perceptible. People walk past, unawares.
The lightest of touches, the sensation of breath on skin. Dry, warm, soft. A hand brushes thoughtlessly at a neck.
The eyes watch, careful not to be noticed, careful not to be seen. Careful. The eyes wait.
The man, strong, virile, a perfect specimen, strolls by, his phone in hand, hand to ear, his mouth moving continuously, loud, wanting to be noticed, wanting to be important, playing the roll, pretending.
The eyes, the flutter, the lightest of touches notices him. He will be important.
A busy corner, a gentle shove. Screams.
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