Ghosts Next Door

Ghosts Next Door
by Lopaka Kapanui

May 7, 2022

Restaurant 2022

The restaurant isn't anything special, but it's the one everyone goes to after a night of clubbing and drinking or after attending a concert.

I choose a table designed for one person so that I'm not hurried to finish my meal once the place begins to get crowded and a line is forming out the door. I'm watching him and her, and their body language is cordial, but the conversation is painful. They're newly divorced or in the process of it. They are obviously irritated to be in one another's company, but they must be here for some reason unknown to me. Perhaps because of legal reasons, who knows? Their conversation can't last two seconds without one reminding the other of what their counselor had instructed.

The whole thing seems pointless to an observer like myself. He handsome, she's beautiful. So, where did it go wrong? Selfishness maybe? Too much intensity too soon? A lack of realistically looking at who the other person might really be? A whirlwind romance does do that to you, but this couple? There's no chance they are done, and they don't even know it. She's here to lord it over him, to make him feel small and stupid. He's doing his best to remain composed, but she will push the wrong button very soon, and that will be the end of that. The couple is not why I'm here, but they are perfect for the needed distraction that my target will use to make his move. He doesn't take the bait; he's not letting her control the situation or his emotions. The bad thing about it is what will my target do now? How will he get to HIS target without calling attention to himself? It's unexpected; he excuses himself from the counter where he's sitting and walks toward the large table which seats a family of twelve, and removes something from the inside of his jacket. It's not a gun, but a small ti-leaf bundle which he tosses onto the middle of the table. It explodes with a dull poof. A thick black smoke emerges and quickly filters through everyone's noses and kills them instantly. No one noticed right away because of how crowded the restaurant was, but what's important is that I saw it. I followed right behind him, and on the way past the table of twelve, I tossed a small ti-leafed bundle on the table that emitted a thick green smoke that filtered through the nostrils of the family and resuscitated them back to life. The next step is to catch up with the culprit and confront him. It might be a problem to battle him in the parking lot, but if that's what needs to happen, then so be it.


....to be continued



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