She was in love, a love in first sight. He was a complete stranger. Her stomach wrestled for the title. Her fingers twitched like a lost cat wandering for that big hairy mean looking guy who in fact was harmless and gave warm milk. She was sure he was in love too. He was a very handsome man around the age of 35-40. His eyes, oh boy she loved his eyes. His eyes were like a new born puppy’s baby blue eyes, about to get neutered. His legs were shaking like hers; his fingers were twitching like hers. His lips, they were shivering trying to make out a word.
God……sorr…….y…….. I would like…… Amen……
That what she made out from that scribbled jam.
She stared at the vivid imagination in front of her, perhaps a reflection from the sound proof glass door. Was it imagination? She stared and only saw herself within his images. She… or he had broad shoulders in pair with nicely built arms, along with a nice set of B-Cup breasts. She smiled at him.., a beautiful face figure, the golden ratio, and lips of a goddess to be found under a bushy mustache.
Dsldkfjahdkidlsiendncna’qpe’qladsfljadf’oopeaolfavnvlsndoefadadf… now write a 1000 word essay about the relation between the average baby food sold versus Mesopotamia society, from the Italian’s point of view. Using the alphabets provided above.
But, but there is like nothi…
Shut up
She was a beautiful woman. Or at least that’s what she thought he thought. She fondled her hair trying not to make an eye contact. But his eyes were such a bastard which just kept on mummifying her into a descending emotion.
He stared vacantly through the window. He saw 4 strangers. 1 woman, 3 men. That’s the entire fan he got, 4 stranger’s for his last glimpse. He hated it; he hated everyone, especially that stupid woman who kept on staring at him. He was gravitated by that feeling of abhorrence; he was disgusted by her “smile”. So there he sat stared blankly through the glass wall.
He was in a glass box. He was like an adored pet grasshopper. And that grasshopper was sitting on a chair unable to hop and hop and hop. His arms were strapped and his legs were strapped. She could see his skin ripple against the leather straps around his arms. His pants were rolled up and his right leg was shaved. He was wearing a funny looking hat made out of some kind of steel. Connected to that big hat, there were many different wires connecting machinery to another. He looked like those really big brained genius about get his brain switched with a monkey. In a way, he looked kind of like a used bullet with a blunt tip… with a face on it. He looked like a big baby. As a matter of fact, he was wearing a diaper. His teeth clenched and his eyes started tear up in remorse.
She never saw him before.
He never saw her before.
She never talked to him before.
He never talked to her before.
She had this twizzling feeling down her spine. She was in love, love in first sight.
First time she saw him was at this moment and every 60 seconds made up to be the last minute she’ll see him. Who cares; she was in love, love in first sight.
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Silence was the only thing that smothered. Muted and deafened, only her diluted pupils wandered around ahead carefully observing the room in front. There were 4 or 5 guys in the room. One guy was sitting on a chair all strapped and wired up with an iron hat on. He looked like a bullet, locked up and reloaded in a Colt M1911 about to blow someone’s friggin brain out. The 4 men who were standing, made out to be officers, started to get busy. One started to strap the chair, one on the iron hat, another one on the leg and the last one on the microphone.
Mhmmm~
He cleared his throat
But sir it is just impossible to write a relationship between baby foods versus Mesopotamia. Plus, I’m not even Italian. There is like nothi…
Nothing? Nothing is when I give you a blank sheet of paper. Even blank sheet of paper is something. You can write something on it. Which makes it everything. Which means everything is something. Then nothing is nothing.
What are you sayin…
Shut up.
He felt the cold steel press against his clean shaved head. It gave him the shivers. That strange quick chill exerting through his skin made him recoil, but soon it became soothing. But he hated that stupid lady who keeps on staring at him more than anything else. That look, he felt as if she was mocking him, imitating him and congratulating his last goodbye.
Any last words?
That struck him like a thunderbolt.
Um… murmuring in trepidation he spotted that damn lady again. She had her eyes squinted, trying to make out a word.
God……sorr…….y…….. I would like…… Amen……
He saw, and what he saw was reality striking out his life, a shadow of a blanket coming down his forehead to his eyes then all. His face was now in a bag. He saw nothing. Nothing?
It was pitch black. All he said to himself was
Damn
She never let him off her sight. Well he couldn’t move so it was pretty easy for her. The guards now placed his face in a bag, a black bag.
She watched in silence
The guard’s hand started to get busy. Some were tightening the bolts and double checking it. And then silence, then the guard’s hand fell. Along with it, the lever was pulled. She saw it all in one blink, and he suffered it all without a blink. 15000 bolts jolted through his body. His muscled tensed and his pelvis sky rocketed as if he was in the 80’s. She saw it all in one motion and still, she thought he was dancing. He looked so glamorous she thought, like those rock stars who always thrust their hips. 1/3 of a minute passed, and he stopped dancing. Silence rose from the scattered buzzing sounds.
She blinked 3 times to be exact. She stood up, turned around and walked 15 and a half steps toward the exit. She grabbed the door knob before anyone else and turned it rightward to open the door.
Baby food price gone up in Mesopotamia period.
He was paralyzed. He was dead. He didn’t move an inch, his head was steaming. The guards took off the mask and the straps. His face was purple and looked as if it was about to burst, like a grape squeezed really hard on one end. She looked at him for 2 blinks of a second. And she turned and walked out the door.
She was in love, love in first sight. And he was still a stranger sitting on that electric chair.
Damn.
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