Sunday, June 30, 2013

Walter's Pork Pie

His thoughts... in a span covering perhaps one minute.

'Oh God, I am in deep trouble.

Sirens approaching!  I see only one way out of this.
Assume position, both hands on weapon
Point toward sirens
Wait for cops to come around the corner
And fight to the death
Go down in blaze of glory?
That's the way they do it in the movies right?!

Wait, that won't work
This is it
The end
Automatic to chin, pull trigger - Nothing!

Look it over
Fiddle with mechanisms
How does this thing work?  
Damn! It went off toward the bushes!
Good thing no one got hurt...

They are getting closer.
Within sight any moment.

Spread arms.  Resigned to surrender.

What?  Dumbfounded.
They are firetrucks.
Not police...

Stare agape as three pass by.
Now I have to deal with it.

An unconscious partner,
An RV in a ditch,
And two dead attackers.
At least I think they are dead...

Now I need to gather myself.
Something tells me I am going to be gathering
For a mighty long time.
Maybe five, six seasons.

And I need something to represent
My bad ass persona.
Because I will definitely need it 
From time to time.

Wait!   There's this hat...'


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