How many times have I cursed the muse for coming to me at all hours, while I was walking but couldn’t write fretful I’d forget what was running through my mind, while I was in the middle of work and couldn’t pause to jot anything down? Now I wail I want to write but about what… hmmm. Scraps, scraps, I need food for thought, but what it boils down to is I’m tired, lazy, relaxed and just feel like a movie.
But I love writing.
I love watching my favorite actors over the years like we’re all aging together as life presses on. Tonight a dark tale about a vindictive crime boss ordering someone to assassinate a man, a co-hitman and friend, the day he gets out of prison where he spent the last 28 years of his life without saying a word about the job. How well they play the role, professional killers with integrity, old fashioned integrity. They help a person here and there and in the end team together to wax the vindictive boss who made the mistake of threatening an innocent woman if the job didn’t get done. Did he know who he threatened was the granddaughter of? It didn’t matter. In 28 years times change, roles aren’t what they used to be as the two became young again shooting his thugs, his bodyguards first then each pane of glass out of the building windows he was trying to hide behind. I’m guessing the boss didn’t make it, his undoing for first having them in his employ, second believing he could lord himself over them oblivious to who they had become as they perfected their craft, besides, there are some things you just don’t do, there are ways people should behave. Not behaving brings consequences, these guys spent their lives being the consequences.