Three, Two, One
Response for the Triple Centina Writing Challenge
“Yes, you heard me correctly! That’s exactly what I want and I want it now! I better hear back from you in five minutes!”
“Hey, nurse, I shouldn’t have to tell you to get me another Stinger! I am in here every day for Happy Hour. Your job is to make me more happy!” I felt my phone vibrate, “Yeah did you get me more of what I asked for?”
The last thing I remember was an obnoxious bully walking up to me, pulling out a gun, shooting me and robbing me of everything. “Dammit! That meant everything to me!”
At Miscreants Lounge, I study another daily patron who sits on the same barstool drinking more Stingers than should be allowed.
I want to be him. The mastery my hero has to overachieve, yet lusts for more, makes me drool. It’s a skill I must learn.
Some maniac kicked in the doors, angrily walked up to my idol, shot him dead, then robbed him.
He turned to me shouting “What the hell are you looking at, loser? Let me do the World a favor!” A bullet went right between my eyes. As I was dying, I envied his shooting skills.
