November 1st, 2005

Tea-drinker par excellence

All the small things

I lit the signal, a red candle in the window and sat on my couch and waited. I had my mask sitting on top of my head, ready for action. Next to me on the couch lay the big one, fully loaded. I got the ammo anonymously from the supermarket and paid cash, I didn't want anyone tracking this back to me.

I wasn't taking any chances. Last time I'd not been prepared, some young punks shot up the front of the house. We chased them up the street but they got away, laughing as we ran out of breathe.

Then the knock came, I rushed to the front door, pulling the mask down over my face as I ran, and grabbing the gear from the couch.

As I got near the door, I could hear voices, "Here he comes" and "Get ready". I yanked open the door and growled at them but they showed no fear. Five of them, dressed up to the nines and ready for action.

"Trick or Treat!"

They took me for everything.