It was a windy star-less night. The distant city lights reflected in the clouds, creating a faint blanket of illumination over a sleeping neighbourhood.
Up on the roof she lied on her back in burial position gazing at the darkness, legs outstretched, arms on her chest. This is where she comes to escape. Her own space. Her own world. Just her & the skies. A total sense of freedom. Of being alone. A way of escaping the madness in a land of confusion.
She closed her eyes. The air was moving. She could smell the rain coming. Her leather coat flapped in the wind. She sensed someone nearby. Smelled it even. Without opening her eyes, she whipped out her 9mm and pointed it at the approaching figure.
“Is that any way to greet a friend, sweetheart?”
She didn’t move. She didn't turn. Her eyes still closed. Her gun still on him. “I didn’t know we were friends,” she said calmly. “Did you?”
He stood unmoving, eyes roamed from the barrel to her face. He knew he had entered enemy territory & wanted to make peace...
She wasn’t interested.
posted by: Dariana (reply)
post date: 09.13.04 (6:22 pm)
Just Shoot Me! Sorry, but thats the show that comes to mind when I saw the heading, lol.
posted by: mdmafia (reply)
post date: 09.14.04 (1:31 am)
Very "Underworld". Hmm. You trying to get a message across to someone? LOL
