Craving is what it was.
A craving ruffles chips. I pulled up to the mini-mart, not caring that even from my car, I could see how crowded the little store was. Walking in was a different story; everyone faced toward the back of the store, where all the sandwich and donut shelves were. A man with a wild look in his eyes kept screaming, "Bend! Bend! Bend!" Soon everyone else screamed with equal horror once they realized the cashier was on the floor, her body bending again and again in unnatural positions at the command of the crazed man. "Bend! Bend you bitch, bend!" Her arms and legs twisted at the joints, like a balloon animal being twisted into grotesque configurations. "Bend! Fucking bend!" A gunshot cracked the air, and everybody jumped back into reality. It was a police officer who arrived not a moment too soon. A bullet from the officer's sidearm pierced through the crazed man's shoulder but not before he began screaming at the officer. "Kill yourself!" The crazed man screamed. "Kill yourself, but first, kill everyone in this store!"
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