His eyes peered through the leaves, adjusting. Slowly, oh so slowly, his hand reached out to a branch and gently moved it aside. Not even the birds nearby noticed the movement. No one did. A hint of a smile creased his lips for no more than a moment. It wasn’t time yet. Soon.
With a quiet sigh his left hand reached inside his breast pocket and touched his Talisman. It was old. Very old. He had taken it from an elderly man who no longer needed it. That was years ago. Another life. It started him remembering where it had all begun.
As a young man he was interested in what he couldn’t see. He wanted to understand what made people do what they did. So, he enrolled in a psychology course at a University. But all that did was make him ask more questions. The army told him that “He Could Be All That He Could Be” with them so he joined. He got great training. Turns out he was an OK soldier but he learned more than they expected. While he was soldiering overseas, he discovered that he had a particular… appetite. He was always very careful never to indulge to excess. And then he retired. He was still a relatively young man, so he embarked on another career. He drove a truck from the top of North America to the bottom. It was a great job. Weeks on the road allowed him to indulge his . . . appetite quite freely. But it did require planning.
He glanced down at the park below his perch. It was almost time. Soon more people would be arriving. The children would mostly be at home for dinner and the adults would come out to play. Fair game. He would have to be quick, before he lost the light. But it would only take a few moments. And then he would move on to the next town, the next city, the next park. It had been more than a decade and no one had figured it out.
With the talisman in his hand he rolled the dice on a relatively level spot on a nearby branch. He used to have a pair but one was lost many years ago. One still worked. Of course, it meant a lower number. How many people would be shot today?
It’s funny, a single dice is called a die.
This made me shiver, Pam. I wonder just how close to the truth you came in this story. Very good, but a very different kind of scary.
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Thanks Dan. I scare myself sometimes.
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Excellent story Pam.
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Thanks
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Aaaaaand she goes to the dark side. (Love it!)
😈
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Thanks Barb. I promise not to stay too long.
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How creepy. This is Hitchcock-esque ecause it’s everyday real. Well done, Pam.
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Thanks Jennie.
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You’re welcome, Pam.
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Yikes! It’s frightening to think of the randomness of it all.
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That is what is so terrifying.
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It really is.
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Oooh, goosebumps! Fantastic story, my friend.
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Thank you so much
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Yikes! This story scared the bejesus out of me Pam! I kept waiting for your ‘twist’ so I would end up laughing. Nope. I went around and checked that all doors and windows were locked. Your imagination knows no bounds. You outdid yourself!
Now, if I could just get my BP down and my heart to stop racing!
Ginger
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oops! so sorry. hee hee hee
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Clever you! Subtle, succinct and creepy….Well done. x
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haha. Thanks Joy.
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Wow, this one bit me in the butt, Pamela. I did not see that coming. Well done.
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haha. Thanks John.
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😊
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Wow. Creepy and good. Of course, the movie was in my head.
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Thanks. Who would play the sniper? I am intrigued.
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I don’t typically choose the “good” guy but ever since I saw Russell Crowe in 3:10 to Yuma as “bad” guy he would be a perfect fit for someone that served his country and flips sides out of PTSD? Anger? Loss? Confusion? All of it…I’m a Western nut so that’s where my minds goes first for characters
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hmmm, now I’m thinking. I originally thought of him as ‘tall, dark and handsome, with a twinkle in his eye and a big smile for everyone. He is the ‘boy next door’. Also he doesn’t kill. He shoots to incapacitate. That is what makes him a better shot.
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Holy cow, that took a dark, unexpected turn! Wow.
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hee hee hee . . .
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That was a nice story Quiall. I would expect your next story.
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Thank you Stefan. There is always something bubbling away . . .
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