“That’s a long way, baby. Hop in if you want.”
“Where was it you said that you wanted to go?”
“Anywhere far away from here. I hate this fucking place.”
“Ask real sweet like baby, or this ride is over.”
“That’s so interesting. I thought I was being real sweet.”
“Say it like you mean it baby, or I’m history.”
“It’s your car. Believe what you want. Are we going?”
“Is it my fault?” He asked with a straight face.
“I knew it.” The fact was that he knew nothing.
“Why is it always my fault?” She smiled at him.
“I wish that I had never even picked you up.”
When she said, “God help me,” she wasn’t really serious.
“If you don’t love me I’m going to kill myself.”
His mouth twitched. He had to think of something quick.
“Say one more word and you’re a fucking dead man.”
“I really love you,” she confessed, nonchalantly chambering a round.
He had never been in a situation quite like this.
“I loved you Bobby,” she lamented, scraping up his brains.
He did it. She found out. Now he is dead.
She whispered, “God help me,” It was God’s day off.
He felt the breeze through the center of his head.
She detected daylight where his lying mouth used to be.
He couldn’t explain. The cat must have gotten his tongue.
The shot that kills is the one you never hear.
“What’s wrong with you people,” she shrieked to the crowd.
She saved a round for herself and squeezed the trigger.
He rose from his grave and haunted the neighborhood residents.
She knew that she would never be free of him.
Together they roamed the streets. The neighbors fled in horror.
Of course the reign of terror happened mostly after midnight.
The issue was eventually turned over to planning and zoning.
Haunting was strictly against zoning regulations in a residential neighborhood.
The Planning and Zoning Commissioner thought he’d seen it all.
“I’ve heard some weird stories, but this one’s a beaut.”
He tabled the item in order to open an inquiry.
“This planning and zoning meeting is adjourned until next Tuesday.”
Bobby was waiting for the Commissioner out in the hall.