A ferry ride

Today I saw a women get shot on a ferry to England. The weather was stormy and no one had heard the shot due to the thunder. We were alone on the deck of the ship. He then pointed the gun at me. I was surprisingly calm, I felt no urge to fight or flight. I just continued to smoke my wet cigarette as his hands trembled while he held the gun at me. I could see the mad glow in his eyes, he was no killer just a man driven by a momentary passion to commit an act that he would forever regret. I could see that he was unnerved by my calm demeanor as he held the gun at me, his finger trembling wondering what sort of creature I was that beheld the prospect of death so calmly. I did not see my life flash before my eyes but rather just a woman. A woman I had never really thought of before. I was befuddled by this for at that moment that was all I could think about. The ferry ceased to exist, the gun was no longer there in my eyes. I only saw her face, remembered her laughter, thought of what she was doing at the moment.

I smiled and the man suddenly became even more unnerved. He looked at the body that lay on the floor and started to question his act. His eyes became filled with tears and he put his face to his sleeve. I took another puff of my cigarette, and pulled out my phone. I wrote her a text which said, “looks like cigarettes are gonna kill me after all, I wish we had more time.” I heard another shot, looked up and the man lay dead next to her. Then the phone rang.

Author's Note

"Do what thou wilt."