The long chase was over: there he stood, in stupid ignorance that the end was nigh – his end. He was still wearing the silly, but sinister, Jack Rabbit mask. I did not need any mask: he did not know me, just my name.
Soon the train would stop and he would run off. But this time there would be no escape. The vile assassin would scream of despair, and bystanders shriek in terror.
He wouldn’t be arrested, but shot. Shoot to kill they call it, and I was paid to expedite the job.
As I was seeing ahead the well rehearsed scene, a slight noise behind me alerted me. A few feet away, standing tall, holding the rail above its head, was another Jack Rabbit. Annoying: there were now two of them? This was not in the script. Would I have to kill both of them, just to make sure?
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The small boat rested on the sand bank, shallow waters rippled by the light wind. She thought of the days spent aboard, alone, the hopes the journey had raised.
She was there now, standing immobile as a statue. In a few hours they would be reunited: her hero, his mermaid, as he used to call her.
Till then, she would watch the sunset.
I know you don’t expect me yet, but I’ll be with you real fast…
And, you know, those jeans pull off easy, and those boots: I am already there, in your small studio, you, naked, me, naked, and the beast, in the street, happy…
Those boots are made for riding.
At your feet I lay my weapons, my Lady
For in your presence there can only be peace
And the silence of your worshippers,
Us, the long dead soldiers,
Your monks, your slaves,
As invincible in death as we were in life…