Humming Bird sample
In a big hollywood movie, when somebody saves anothers life, they make a badass quip such as ‘be more careful next time’ or ‘good thing I didn’t miss’. My heroine gets pissed off at me, ME, and runs off leaving me standing in a dark alley next to the body of my once mugger.
A week and a half ago, I trashed my car, leaving me to walk all the way to the diner. In a failed atempt to shave a few minutes from my eta, I decided to take the alley between Foster and St.Lucus. Here, Mr. Allen J. Kennedy Jr (Ht 6’1” Wt 217lbs) figured that I had a wallet that he wanted, Stepped into my path, gun drawn, and demanded that I had my wallet over to him. I know his name and information because I am now in possesion of his wallet. Two 50’s, a crumpled single, and a Home Depot gift card. Maybe if he had a picture of his kids and/or wife I would feel some remorse for leaving him lying in this back street. I am almost glad that I’m not calling emergancy services. I doubt I could explain what happend to anyone, much less a badge.
I was fumbling around like I couldn’t find my billfold. I knew perfectly where it is. At home, on my dresser. I’m not driving and my meals are free (curtosy of my sister and her awesome manager powers), why would I bother carrying it along. Mr Kennedy tells me to ‘hurry up’ and that he’s ‘not f*cking around’. There is a black pistol pointed at my face, I know he’s not effing around.
I’m on the brink of pissing myself (in self defence), when, poof!, she appears.
