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This is probably one of my favorite songs I've written up to this point. copyright Robert May 2020.

 

Hitman that talks too much (500 words)

A man sneaks around cars – it's a fancy parking lot with fancy vehicles. Sweat pours from his brow as he frantically searches the area for threats. He sees none. He quickens his pace. Quicker and quicker he makes his way through the lot, then begins to sprint to the nearest door.

The lights were flickering causing him to see blinking shadows as movement. He stops to point his weapon towards the darkness. “Just shadows.”  More running. Rain starts to fall. First a few trickles, then enough to expect an ark full of animals and a family of eight. He worries the sound of his steps will give him away, but reaches the door and swings it open.

A shot rings out. The man crumples to the ground, laying on the cement clutching his stomach. He groans and pulls his gun.  Another shot and his weapon flings from his hand. 

“You shot at me, Mr. Baker,” says his assailant.

“I was just doing as I was ordered,” he gasps and groans.

“Do you know what it's like, Mr. Barker?”

“Baker.”

“What?” He asks.

“Baker. You just said it,” even through pain, he could be irritated.

“For fu…” he throws up his hands, “Okay, Mr. BAKER. Do you know what it's like?”

“Being shot at? Yes, you just shot m-”

“No!” He snaps, “being made fun of for having a large Adam's apple.”

“But, I…didn't…”

“Oh, I know. You stole from my employer,” he taps him on the head with his gun, “but there was a guy in high school.  Such an asshole. It was awful. I was destined to be a killer. Do you know what that's like?”

“I guess…I was a band ge-”

“BAND!?!? Those bastards were the worst.  Did unspeakable things to me.”

“Hey, man. If you let me live, I'll listen to all your pr-”

“Once…in band…a kid blew his trumpet spit on my shoulder,” he hangs his head, “it was terrible.  You have no idea the pain that made me who I am.”

“Dude, honestly, that doesn't sound so ba-”

“What the hell do you know about pain!?!?”

The victim rolled his eyes. “You fucking sho-”

“They called me ‘spit shoulder!’ ‘Spit shoulder big apple!!’ Do you know how that feels!?!?”

“Okay, honestly man, just kill-”

“And this girl – my first crush – she told my parents when I showed her porn.”

“Well, that one sucks.  What teenage boy doesn't look at po-”

“I was seven,” he wiped a tear away, “my whole second grade class called me ‘Porn King’ and didn't ever stop…for a few days.”

“That's…too ba-”

“You ever black out while eating and wake up with everyone dead?”

“WHAT THE F-”

“Well, I had a dream that happened…” he chuckles slightly, “I've had a disturbing life.”

“Man, gimme the gun. I'll kill mys-”

“Spit shoulder…” he whispers through gritted teeth, shaking his head, “big apple...”

“Dude, seriously, I'm ready to d-”

A gunshot rings out. “Hmm..,” says the killer to himself, “they always say that.”

Dad's story of the YinYang

A burly man sat alone by the fire in front of his log cabin in the mountains.  Condensation had frozen to his long beard and his long white hair hung low on the snow on which he sat.  He wore leather pants and jacket with a red flannel long-sleeved button-up underneath.  His black gloves held his tobacco pipe and lighter as he took a puff and let it go into the cool crisp air.  The night was cold but warmer than it had been in the last few days, so Dan was thankful to be outside in the weather.  While still thirty-five degrees, it was twenty degrees warmer than the day they arrived for their standard every other weekend trip.

“Dad?” Came a voice from behind.  A young man of eight years old came out to meet him.  He was wearing matching blue flannel pajama shirt and pants covering a thermal underwear and shirt.  He was wearing his father’s spare boots to walk in the snow and had wrapped himself in a fleece blanket.

“Hey, biscuit,” he removed his coat and laid on the ground next to him and extended an arm, motioning for his son to sit, “it’s late, son. What are you doing up?”

“You didn’t tell the story tonight.”

Dan smiled, “Well you were sleepin', boy.  I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I missed it,” Biscuit snuggled up to his father, “will you tell it?  You’re story of yin and yang?”

“Well, it’s not the same as the true story of the yin and yang but it’s a good one,” the father unrolled a thick, waterproofed sleeping back with a built in pillow that he covered with his rolled up coat.  The boy got in and laid his head on the makeshift pillow, “close your eyes and I’ll tell it.” Biscuit obeyed.  Dan began to stroke his hair, “A long, long time ago, at the dawn of time, there were two tribes.  What should those tribe names be tonight?”

“Can they be silly?”

“Sure,” he gave a chuckle.

“Um…How about the spunkies…and the dubies.”

Dan raised an eyebrow and looked down at his son who was giggling to himself.  He puffed on his pipe, “spunkies and dubies it is.” He ruffled Biscuit's hair.  “long ago, at the beginning of time, there were two tribes on earth. Both tribes worked for the good of the other, both sharing goods that they gathered or hunted during the day and night.  One tribe, the spunkies, was large, almost one hundred people.  Great warriors,  men of the tribe, came up from them and protected both tribes from predators during the day, while the other tribe was sleeping, by taking the form of a lion in the sun.  They were very needed because many larger and more dangerous animals prowled during the day.”

“What’s more dangerous than a lion, dad?”

“I don't know.  Perhaps they had different animals back then.  What could we call these animals?”

“oooo. How bout the destroyers?”  Biscuit liked foreboding names.

“You got it,” Dad said with a wink, “The destroyers roamed during the day and would attack the cattle and the people of the tribe if not kept in check by the lions.  The sun gave these lions strength above lions so they could vanquish threats by fighting together.  They were only awake during the day and the hunters of the village would hunt for food for both tribes all day.

The other tribe was called the Dubies and it had a little less people than the Spunkies, maybe about eighty people.  The Dubies slept all day and we’re only awake at night.  They could see in the dark, which helped them gather berries, leaves, firewood and wood for weapons.  Other things too.  They gathered for both tribes.  But the destroyers never slept so they also needed protectors.  So at night, in the light of the moon, great warrior women rose up to defend the tribes.  In the moonlight, they would change into large wolves given extra strength from the moons rays.” He rubbed his son’s hair from his eyes to see that they were only slightly open.

“Now,” he continued, “There was a celestial being, kind of a God, that was responsible for the rise and fall of the sun and the moon.  Every day, he would use much of his strength to move both into the places they needed to be.  As time went on, the flowers and trees grew and brought forth foliage.  Animals to hunt thrived and multiplied.  Now, this being….what should we call him?”

“Um…hank,” Biscuit said in a sleepy voice.

“Ok, then…Hank also had to make sure the animals and plants were taken care of, and control the wind and the rain which was hard for him to do when he had to adjust the sun and moon all day and all night.  Hank decided to pick one warrior from each tribe to take on this task.  A woman, named...” he looked down to see his son's eyes closed and he was breathing a little heavier,”…let’s call her Yin.  Yin was chosen from the Dubies to control the positon of the moon.  This was a very high honor and she was lauded by the tribes. 

“Then, a man, Yang, a warrior from the Spunkies was chosen to control the sun.  Yin and Yang were the fiercest warriors of the tribe. However, they were also in love.  They had been seeing each other for years.  They had just told the tribes that they were getting married.  Their bond gave them the extra power to change to their animal form both day and night, allowing them to protect the tribe at all times – together.  Their relationship strengthened the tribes and they were completely opposite of each other.  Yin liked the cool of the night.  She like the water and water animals.  She was calm and very patient with her tribe and the rest of the warriors and was wise beyond her years.  Yang was impulsive – the greatest warrior because he was the most fierce.  He liked the heat of the sun and the feel of the land beneath his feet.  He loved to hunt animals but loved land animals of all kinds.  They completed each other. They could finish each other’s sentences, they would cook food for the other even if they hated it themselves and their personalities balanced each other out.

Hank appeared in front of the tribes to speak to them “Tribes, I need two of you to help with the sun and moon.  I choose Yin and Yang.  I choose them because their love and strength are enough to hold the sun and moon in place.”

“They didn’t like that, did they dad?” Biscuit wiped drool from his chin.

“They sure didn’t.  Because Hank told them that the two chosen could never see each other again for if they returned to each other’s arms, they would destroy all creation – only on the eclipse.  Their love was strong enough to hold the sun and moon, but too strong to be together after their bodies were changed to be like Hank.  Since they were opposites, they would keep the balance perfectly.

 Now, this news devastated Yin and Yang.  They couldn’t bear to think that they couldn’t see each other anymore.  However, Hank told them that if they didn’t do this, creation would be in danger too.  And they knew they had to do what he said to save the world.

The couple parted and took their place in the sky, never to talk to each other again but always to look…” he kissed his now sleeping son on his head, “…and love from afar.” He laid next to him in the snow And placed the boys blanket over both of them, completely covering their bodies. “…and pray for an eclipse.  Thus is the story of yin and yang.”

Dan pulled his wallet from his pants pocket and removed a picture.  An image of a beautiful woman with auburn hair and hazel eyes.  The flash from the camera that took it reflected off of her black, thin-framed glasses.  She wore her normal, genuine smile.  He smiled back and kissed the picture; and closed his eyes.

 

 

 (c) Raja Emery Tombs