Rummaging through the desk drawer..my fingers plummeted deep beneath papers. Fingertips desperately searching, until I found it. A plain white, unlined, notepad. Ferociously, I wrenched it from the drawer and grabbed a glass jar of thumbtacks from the shelf. I quickly retreated to the kitchen. At, the far end.. lies an empty wall; my firing target.
I threw the things on the kitchen table, yanked a black marker from my back pocket, and wrote erratically. I scribbled..then ripped. Scribbled then ripped… scribbling and ripping
NEVER LOVED ME
GAVE UP ON ME
…with tears melting into my cheek, I snatched the pages from the table and pinned each one to the wall..a circle I formed…
…quickly I ran to the bedroom closet, on top of a chair I climbed, tossing shoe boxes, scarves, clothes, purses, anything and everything that was in my way..I threw…until I found it “Got it.”
On the floor fell the metal box..
Leaping down, I rushed to the corner of the room, near the bed, I knelt. Plucking away at the edge of a loose floor panel, I released the key.
With the box and key..I ran to the kitchen…dropped it on the table, opening, ..peering, “Beautiful.”
Firmly placed in hand, I gripped the silver gun..with my eye on the target I shot.
I shot..I fired..I shot..I fired.. I executed..I annihilated..I massacred, I obliterated, I assassinated, I slaughtered….I killed it all.
Disappointment lay dead. Ripped to shreds and riddled with bullets, on the cold floor.
Smiling, I blew the smoke from the tip of my piece, grabbed my purse and off to the market I skipped.