Wednesday, November 30, 2011

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I have a gun.

A gun? Where the hell did you get a gun?

I swear to god, Creighton if that knob moves a fraction I’ll put a bullet through that door.

How much is a fraction?

See what happens when you drop out of school, fool? You understand “a jiggle”?

You know I do.

Then don’t jiggle that handle or I will put a bullet through the door, the wall, up and down and every fucking place I can shoot, just hoping for the chance to knick your ass.

Are you that seriously pissed off?

BANG


Hey! Geezzus-h-Christ would you please?! The neighbors will have the cops here!

I warned you.

We need a story, a misfire. No domestic shit, just a misfire. You put it down, open up and we cool down. Fuck! I didn’t want the cops here…!

Should have thought of that.

Where the fuck did you get a gun?

Bought it. Legal.

Who?

A guy.

Some guy…?

Not some guy off the street. A professional salesman. Firearms. He had a beautiful shipping trunk. Antique, like TITANIC days. ‘Steamer trunk’, they call it. There’s 96 guns in that case. Eight dozen. Beautifully lined up in even rows. He has four trays, and under the last one are stacks of ammunition. Boxes of bullets. So beautifully laid out, all new. I love mine. You should see it. Shiny. Came right to the door like he was selling Avon.

Avon ?

Cosmetics. Makeup. Your Mom probably did it…

Oh that. So, can we talk?

No! Fuck no…!

Hey, hey! Let’s stop with the ‘fucks’ okay?

Fuck you, ‘stop with the fucks’. YOU should have stopped with the fucks! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…but that’s your only thought process , you dickhead.

We need to get our shit together and be civil. Cops come, we’ve got to be cool or they’ll pick it up and want to enter. Don’t let them enter – they see the hole, they search the house….see where this is going? Hello?

I told you I would shoot your ass off and I mean it. I FUCKING!!!! mean it. …been going to the range up by the dam. Getting pretty good. I seem to have a lot of time on my hands …fills the void.  They say I’m deadly at close range, so by now I’m thinking maybe I could hit that tiny dick.

Don’t be thinking the dick.

That’s all you’ve been thinking with - asshole.

Only the Three women…over all those years….

Twelve years is NOT a lot of years Creighton. A lifetime is a lot of years, you idiot. It’s called a marriage!  Three sluts in 12 years? One every four years?! One every fucking four years?!

No…all…the three

ALL THREE FOR TWELVE YEARS!!!

BOOF! BOOF! BOOF !
(muted gunshots in quick succession.)

It’s snowing feathers in here Creighton!

Goddamn it Trudy stop this shit! Damn it I’m bleeding.

You’re still talking so you’re not bleeding enough. I got plenty of pillows and plenty of bullets. And I’m ready to shoot every goddamn one of them. Let it snow! So you might want to get your ass out of this house.

I have nowhere to go.

BOOF.

You have three options already,  and I’m sure you can pick up another couple along the way somewhere…bed you down for the night, mend your wounds. It’s already been, another ten minutes gone by and that’s a long time to go without a woman, so get busy, get out of here, and go fuck one.

That’s my bedroom and you’ve got my clothes…

I’m sure you look halfway respectable after your dalliance tonight, but I would worry about the stank. Get a room, take a good shower, and air out the rest. Come get your clothes tomorrow…or, I can shoot those up, too, if you want?! I hate you. Now go away.

None of it meant anything…

Three woman for twelve years meant nothing?
…three…women…twelve…my god…I’m stupefied. I’m a stupefied fool, is what I am…all this time…

There was nothing there…It was empty.

No it wasn’t. Nothing was empty too long. Filling all those holes! Weren’t you the big stud?

Trud’ please.

BOOF


 Trud’!  STOP!

BOOFBOOOFBOOOFBOOOF 


You will never touch me again!

It’s a nasty collision course you’ve put us on. Can’t say as I blame you, but still, you don’t give many options. I would like to stay, and I’m even up for a close call with a bullet. I really am shot, you know? But I’m not up for oblivion… You give me no choice.

You had it…you gave that up…

Then Creighton was gone.


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