Wednesday, October 24, 2007

They’re Out To Get Me

My cellphone rings; an automated voice says:
"You’re having trouble."

[pause; then, cheerily]


In any another situation, I would have dismissed the call as a random interruption...but it stood that, at the time, I was indeed having trouble.

It’s been hours and I’m still scanning rooftops for snipers.

Goodbye? What do you mean, "goodbye"?

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