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Post by MoonyLuna on Feb 21, 2009 12:48:00 GMT -5
A mist had settled over everything.
It was after ten, almost eleven. A smudgy lamplight overran the curbs where leaves had started to gather as well.
Some young people prowling the neighborhood were afraid that nothing would happen tonight, just as nothing had happened the night before.
Although it was cold, the boys wore cutoff sweatshirts, and the girls, more comfortably dressed for the weather, kept laughing at things the boys said.
A car turned onto Millbrook Road, dimmed and then extinguished its lights before rolling to a stop in the leaves.
When the young people passed, they banged on the hood with their fists— the boys, not the girls, though the girls were amused by this as well— and frightened the man inside.
Or did they?
The car door opened. The man stepped out and, as killers do in Hollywood films, slipped a hand inside his coat.
And then, in a quiet, almost whisper of a voice, he said something none of them could hear, though how he said it seemed the thing he said.
Without looking back, the young people kept on walking, though faster now, kicking up leaves as they went.
And when they were finally far enough away they were sure the man couldn't hear, one boy turned and shouted back "Oh yeah motherfucker, we're really scared."
And that was that. One of the girls drew closer to the boy who'd said those words, another drew farther away.
Copyright Sherod Santos
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