Shopping Trolley
By Steve Coel.
Like a dream it was just now, watching you walk barefoot and unconcerned across the wet road, it being early morning and all.
You must have started the evening with shoes, but there you go.
No CCTV to follow your every movement.
Not here.
Not yet.
But you're being watched my friend.
Trust me, you're being watched.
c. Steve Coel [ 2015 ]
Yeh it's quiet around here.
Well apart from the splashing water from the broken guttering and the occasional gun fire.
Odd that.
The guns usually start later, at a more sociable time like.
No real point. No-one to frighten see.
This time of day is just showing off.
So what the fuck you think you're doing around here this early in the morning is beyond me.
But then I'm not being paid to think or worry about stupid little fucks like you am I?
Oh well better get on.
Now, if I can just get this knife a bit further in I can
be on my own way as well.
Now, if I can just get this knife a bit further in I can
be on my own way as well.
Shit, was that gunfire again?
Shopping Trolley [ Draft ], from Tin Collector
[ A Selection of Micro Flash Fictions ] by Steve Coel, 2015.
An 11.59 Publication.
