by michael gombos
"pickles please." he asked with a smile
what kind of pickles? i replied,
"wouldnt you like to know."
"i would actually, unless you would like to get them yourself?"
the stranger looked into my eyes.
"yes, i would love to."
"fine then"
he came back to the counter, placed the jar infront of me,
"theese are the ones."
i looked in the jar, at what looked like a giant red sausage,
"what kind of pickle is this?..." i asked in discust.
"and where did you get it?"
"oh, wouldnt you like to know?"
then, as quick as he appeard, he disapeard, onto the floor,
in a bloody heap. with a section of his pants covered in blood.
"come back to bed."
she sounded so loving, i wish it was real
"i cant,i have to go now." i wish it wasnt such a surprise every time,
"come on lover, the sun just came up." she put her arms on my back, and pulled me beside her,
i looked in her eyes, so caring, but i couldnt stay, its not how it works.
i kissed her
"sorry baby, i had a fun time, i have to go" she looked so sad, but i knew i was right,
im always right.
i felt her hand slide off my back as i got off the bed,
i slid my pants on, grabbed my shit together,
i hate this,
i headed for the door and waited, she looked at me, from her bed, naked, innocent,
i looked at her. our eyes held, i tilted my head.
"baby."
her eyes turned cold,
"take your fucking money, its on the counter,you whore"
its funny how fast a heart can change
"hello mother leopard, i have your cub, if you would like to see her again, drop off one million dollars at the corner of jhon and steels, make sure no one is with you, if you want to see her alive"
"im here, where are you?"
"close enough"
"i have your package"
"i have your cub"
"can i have her back now?"
"no"
"you said i could see her alive"
"and here she is, alive"
(slice)