We Should Stop Meeting...
Back at my favorite crab shack on the Maryland shores, I'm in line to place my order.
From behind me, I hear, "Hey it's you again! We really should stop meeting like this!"
I turn and see him standing there looking at me, waiting for a reply. I see my hands rise to firmly grip his shoulders as my knee slams up into and through his crotch.
He buckles over toward me and my hands move to the back of his head as my other knee crashes into his face.
Now moving in the opposite direction with his head extended back, he exposes his neck. My fist slams into his carotid. Lights out. I see him fall to the ground in a lifeless puddle.
I shake my head, clearing my daydream, "I'm sorry, did you say something?"
"Yeah, I was saying we should stop meeting like this!"
"That's a great idea. Should I stop coming here or will you?"
"Huh?"
"You said we should stop...Ahhh, never mind..." And I turn to face front in line again.
From behind me, I hear, "Hey it's you again! We really should stop meeting like this!"
I turn and see him standing there looking at me, waiting for a reply. I see my hands rise to firmly grip his shoulders as my knee slams up into and through his crotch.
He buckles over toward me and my hands move to the back of his head as my other knee crashes into his face.
Now moving in the opposite direction with his head extended back, he exposes his neck. My fist slams into his carotid. Lights out. I see him fall to the ground in a lifeless puddle.
I shake my head, clearing my daydream, "I'm sorry, did you say something?"
"Yeah, I was saying we should stop meeting like this!"
"That's a great idea. Should I stop coming here or will you?"
"Huh?"
"You said we should stop...Ahhh, never mind..." And I turn to face front in line again.
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