BANG, BANG By Gabriela Alberto
The night was dark. Pierre left his guitar lessons and went to his house. He walked down the street. He heard some steps behind him and he turned around, by no one was there. He continued to walk. Suddenly, a very, very, strong hand grabbed his arm.
« Silence! » a man said. «Come with me! »
The man grabbed his gun and aimed at Pierre with it. Pierre started screaming, but he saw the gun and stopped. Pierre walked with the man; they walked to a nearby white house. When they were inside, the man asked: « You know why you're here, don't you? ». Pierre started trembling. « You know why you're here, don't you? » the man repeated a little bit louder.
« Yes, » Pierre said in a low voice.
« Why? » the man asked. Pierre continued shaking.
« Because I tried to keep all the money, » Pierre answered.
« True, do you know what I'm going to do? »
« Something evil? »
« Yes, » the man said with a little mocking smile on his face. « Are you gonna beg for your life? »
« Why? Is that gonna make a difference? »
« No, but it will be amusing to see! » He said laughing. The man grabbed his gun and fired at Pierre. He hit Pierre on the leg. Pierre cried out of pain.
« Okay! Please, let me live! »
« If you ask it that way… »
Bang, Bang.
©Gabriela Alberto, 2009