Desolate PlainsNew Music:
The Rolling Stones - Time Is On My Side
The familiar sound of gunfire rang over the blaring radio at the home of Vincent Murphey. The crackle of gunfire was quickly followed by the sound of shattering glass. Vincent stood behind his house with the usual unlit cigarette in his mouth and a gun pointed at five wooden posts about forty to fifty feet away from him. The second post from Vincent's left had an amber beer bottle resting on it.
"Damn," he mumbled to himself, "Only four out of five. Gotta improve that."
Sweat dampened his white wifebeater and brown hair. He switched on the saftey of his Colt SOCOM, stuffed it in the back of his olive cargo pants, turned around and walked to his back door. Before he entered, he glanced at the thermometer next to the screen door. It read ninety-eight degrees farenheit.
Jesus, he thought, it's blazing today.
The inside of Vincent's home was little more than a living room. Of course he had a bedroom and bathroom but they were quite small and could barely be considered rooms. As for the kitchen, it was really only an extention of the living room. The place was pretty much bare save for a few foldable lawn chairs, a small table for his desktop computer, an ancient color TV, a worn leather punching bag hanging from the ceiling and the so-called kitchen in one of the corners of the living room. If one thought the heat outside was unbearable, they would be dying inside the house.
Vincent opened up the fridge in the quasi-kitchen. The only thing in the fridge was beer, bottled water, sandwich meat and a couple loaves of bread. He selected a beer and closed the door. Walking to his front door, he sipped at his beer and took a gander outside. He saw his dusty, banged up Cadillac sitting outside and a dirt road extending out as far as the eye could see. It was kind of nice being isolated like this. He returned to the living room and sat in one of the lawn chairs.
Edited by: Phinzoola at: 12/28/04 9:06 pm
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