Time

a conversation

Time meant nothing to the man; he had nowhere to go, nothing else to do, and no one else to see. He had all the time in the world.

“I have all the time in the world,” said the man to the child.

“Please,” the child cried.

The man pressed his gun to the child’s head.

“You have but moments my son.”

With the flick of his thumb the trigger was cocked, creating an explosion of sound; fate and death danced together in that sound, swirling and twisting in a beautiful cacophony of death.

“I don’t know!” the child wailed, rivers flowed from his eyes, and fear spilled from his mouth. “I don’t!”

The man returned to gun to his coat, and a smile slid onto his face.

“We have all the time in the world son.”

The black gloved hands once again slipped into the great black coat, like giant spiders returning to their web. When they emerged again they grasped a pair of small, fine pliers.

“All the time in the world.”

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[there is no more from m..]

a beautiful piece :)

[Bre]

i love it!!!!
its so cute i understand what u are trying to say!!!!!