Monday, March 17, 2014

That Sinking Feeling

I put out my index finger and middle finger together “armed” and ready. I stroll towards the glass cabinet and wait for my signal. The lights quickly switch on and off. Almost too quick to notice. Thats my cue. I tap the glass cabinet in the middle and go diagonally down to the right hand corner gradually hitting harder each time. When I reach the corner the glass shatters. I snatch the contents and open my jacket. My furry little friend jumps out. I have had him in my jacket for hours and hes not happy. When the first security guard comes for me , my furry friend dashes up his legs. The guard whose all tough on the outside looks at this moment like he’s on fire. He slaps himself literally everywhere. His blood curdling screams echo through the building. While he’s distracted I bolt out the door. I sprint until I am out of puff. Gravel crunches beneath my feet. face. I tilt my head back as a drip falls in my mouth. I feel refreshed even if it was only one drop, but I can't stay here long. My feet hurt and I need to rest. In the distance I see light and where there are lights there are people. When I reach the town where the lights lead me I stroll down the street. Arms crossed trying not to draw attention to myself. Without warning heavy arms wrap around me. I sigh deeply with displeasure. A deep husky voice growls down my ear.
“Make a scene and we’ll both lose our heads”
I am dragged for miles. Back down the gravel road. Suddenly my attacker changes course. We stumble down a bank and only stop when we come to a river.
“Have fun” the person grumbles.
I am hoisted up and thrown in. I sink down, air being sucked from my lungs. I don’t fight I just go lose. The contents I stole floats out of my jacket. Her beady eyes stare at me. She try to grab me, but I shake my head. She swims to the top. “Sorry” I mouth at her before everything goes black.

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