Yearning for that one last cookie, Jenn looked inside the cookie jar.
Even after seeing nothing inside, she still inserted her hand, grasping air
Suddenly depression was sitting on her shoulder laughing at her
Putting the jar back took all of Jenn’s willpower. She wanted to go all She Hulk on it
Looking about, she tried to figure out what was next plan of attack
Escaping to the local donut shop jumped to the top of the mental list
As she reached for her keys, her cell phone rang
Steve was calling. She didn’t really like him, but he invited her out for ice cream
Everyone deserved a second chance, right?
Along the way on this trip called life I decided to hitchhike along the path less traveled. I ended up using my legs far more than my thumb, which surprised me until I remembered I had chosen the path less traveled. Of course there was less traffic along that path. What was I thinking? Now I find myself weeping, covered in a pile of leaves, thinking about the road more traveled. At least on that road I would have had cell phone coverage. Instead I am going to die here, lost and lonely. Damn you, Frost and your inspiring words.
What do you get for the man who has everything? That line was almost enough to get me to do this job on its own, but the fifty large put in front of me didn’t hurt. I look out the sight and here comes the limo with its security detail. No one is getting in or out of that five block radius. This is damn good security. Too bad I don’t care. I look at the wind velocity and adjust where the barrel points. I guess where the back door would line up, but I am a little off. I move the crosshairs quickly to line up with the rear passenger window. The question is would the target be the second or third out of the car. I slow my breathing out of habit and wait for my moment. Here comes the first person, definitely security. I am about to press the trigger, but hesitate as the second person appears. I smile as I realize my guess was right. As the third person begins to emerge I fire. The man who had everything now has nothing and I shut down the remote control. No one is getting out of a five block radius, but I was at least ten since I am using my burner phone. I am going to lose a lot of equipment, but the second fifty large coming to me would easily make up for it. I drop the burner into a dumpster after washing it in the acid solution and I walk away whistling happy birthday.
The cell phone rang for the tenth time in the last five minutes, but again Graham let it go to voicemail. Lorena had cheated on him, so he really didn’t feel like listening to her. As he sat there though, he began to feel a bit guilty. Graham didn’t like to act impulsively. It was usually bad for business, and Graham was a planner. He decided to give her a chance and play the latest voicemail.
“Graham, I screwed up, but he didn’t mean anything to me. Would it kill you to answer your phone?”
Graham put on his ear defenders and sighted in on Lorena through her kitchen window. She held out her cell phone then put it to her ear. Graham’s phone began to ring again. “He meant something to me,” he muttered, “and it won’t kill me.” Graham breathed out and pulled the trigger. Lorena’s head exploded sending the cell phone flying. “But it did kill you,” he said. He took off his ear defenders and walked calmly out of the abandoned house, dropping a match as he closed the door.
The flames climbed high into the night as Graham drove away, turning his heart to ash.