Tuesday, September 13, 2011

The artist (4)

Endless rows of suffocating itchy cornfields

providing no shade.

Why was she doing this again?

She had to get away

that woman wouldn't let her breathe.

She had plenty of freedom now.

And it totally sucked.

She kept rethinking her dream from last night.

Hoping to find something in it, something special, something she could create with.

That was the whole purpose of this trip, right?

She was in the Middle East

in the back of a van.

There was an envelope mixed in the stack of papers

containing a billion dollars.

It came from someplace it shouldn't, it was going to someplace it shouldn't.

She leaves the van and goes upstairs.

And watches and knows that the other people left in the van are in trouble.

The black man with a toothless smile wearing glasses gives the signal.

And a large machine gun takes aim

and unloads

completely shredding the contents.

She is brought back to the wreckage.

He knows the money is there and wants her to find it.

She goes through the rubble piece by piece

She comes to the folder with the money and

and conceals it from the man

smiling as she has tricked him.










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