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SHORT STORY - Delivery Failed by Ikaris

It is raining. No. It is pouring as if Noah has been reincarnated. His windshield’s refraction makes the world seem prismatic. Beautiful colors on such a dark moment flow down the glass making the world seem like a murky Monet painting. His gloved hands caress the Colt .45s stainless steel. He wonders of its temperature and if it is as cold as half his heart is at this moment.



He then thinks of her. He realizes this might be the last time he will ever be able to talk to her, so he reaches for his cell phone and begins to dial the number. Each push rings a beat of his heart. He hesitates to hit Send. No time for chit chat, better make this a text message. Perhaps it won’t be the last, if he goes through with it right. If only he can get this one job done right, all will be well with his beloved. Why doesn’t this feel right?



His message:

With all my heart and soul, bruised by u, I will luv u. U R the only one I have ever truly loved. I can never utter these words enough: I Love You.



He hits send, as 2 tears fall from off his face. It is pouring indeed.


His peace is said. His true peace has yet to come.



He puts his phone away in his pocket. Grabs the gun and slides its chamber back, soaking in its deadly echo.  He looks at himself once more in his rear view mirror, noticing his irises gone, engulfed by his pupils like a solar eclipse. This will be his darkest hour. Words of Shakespeare echo within his brain:



Tempt not a desperate man.



No Mask he rushes out of his car, closing the door with his leg as he places his peacemaker inside his front hooded sweatshirt pocket. He puts the hood over his head, running towards a hotel lobby. Holiday Inn. No such thing as a holy day for this damned man. His heart is racing like a hare, time is moving like a tortoise. Pay no mind to the people who all seem to be stare deep into his eyes.

What do they see? Do they see my dark light? Just one more time, and we are long gone. I just got to get through it. Breathe. Pay no attention to them - his inner voice warns.



They Know Nothing.



Some time is missing. Where did it go?



Again he finds himself in front of a mirror, not in a car but inside a room. Fear has now settled beneath his belly. He looks around at the chaos and mayhem. There is blood everywhere. 2 dead bodies lay on the floor. A smoking gun in one hand, a briefcase in the other, and he has no idea how it all happened. He would be sure the cops will be here at any moment, had he not noticed a silencer attached to his gun. Where did it come from?



A moment flashes his memory in which his gun fails to fire at his target, a big Haitian man with a lot of cash.


He realizes. This isn't his gun. It is one of theirs. How did he get it?



A familiar ring breaks this train of thought coming from the floor. It is his cell phone. Lying next to a big ogre of a man, harpooned like a whale fresh for the gutting. He picks it up on one knee and reads a text message that he hoped was from his one true love.



It is from his service:

Delivery Failed. Busy Network.



When the heart drops the mind becomes cloudy. Perhaps he should pay attention to the door behind him. Intuition pushes him to look forward to find within the mirror an unfortunate surprise. Is it her? No. It is Lady Death, coming to claim him.
“Fuck!”  He mutters, as she pulls out a shotgun from out behind her. He tries to move quick but there is nothing he can do.



BANG!!!!

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