Part 3 ... Deaths In The Walmart Parking Lot
Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
The man took a deep drag off his cigarette, blew it out slowly. He listened to the three girls laughing ... talking.
Finally, they all piled into the SUV. He watched the girls as they sat there. The tall blonde-headed girl was the driver. The man saw her lift her Bojangles cup up to drink from it.
All three girls were in deep conversation .... they each had a cup in their hands. As they talked, laughed they were drinking their drinks until ...
The driver's door opened ... the tall blonde girl began to get out ... she stumbled, fell to the pavement. She was choking. Her hands clutched at her throat. Her eyes bulged ... she couldn't breathe ... couldn't scream. She looked at the man standing nearby smoking a cigarette ... she never saw him as she slumped to the pavement.
A strange little smile pulled at the man's lips. One couldn't see his eyes behind his black sunglasses. No one would want to.
The passenger door flew open ... someone was trying to scream ... couldn't. The man casually walked to another car to stand ... watch.
The blonde girl saw him ... reached out begging him for help with her eyes. She couldn't breathe ... she had her hands to her throat fighting for every breath. It never registered in her mind that the man standing there was ... smiling ... she fell to the pavement where she took two breaths ... died.
The man was enjoying watching the girls ... he became bored when the third girl tried to get out of the SUV. Same old thing over and over ... he wanted to see something besides girls choking, dying.
The little smile went away as the third girl fell halfway out of the back door. She hung with her head almost touching the pavement ... her long, blonde hair pooled onto the pavement ... looking like melted gold.
The man walked away ... considering whether he wanted to get into another vehicle ... to see if anyone had left a drink in the drink holder. In his pocket ... he had a bottle ... it had a skull ... crossbones on it.
Call 911! The man turned around to see people running to where a woman stood ... pointing to the girls. He smiled ... walked away. He was hungry ... today was national doughnut day ... he knew just where to get one.
He would wait to have some more fun ... only thing was ... he would have to think of ways to make it lively ... interesting. He didn't like to see death come early. He would think on it while he ate his doughnuts.
Some people are like the wind ... you feel it but ... never see it. Invisible danger. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.
Note from this author: Pay attention to people who are there ... and you don't notice them. Look closely ... you never know if the man with the strange little smile is standing there.