Love lost in her eyes

“So I was just wondering if you would go out with me” Jeremy casually said to the girl of his dreams. Or maybe he thought it, he wasn’t quite sure. But what he was sure of is that she was looking at him. Looking him straight in the eye and she knew what he had said or thought. He knew she would give him an honest answer. Her eyes were what made her honest and kind. But what she said was not what was in her eyes.

“I can’t right now” she said with upmost sincerity,” I just broke up with my old boyfriend; It’s just too soon for me to start dating again.”

“Oh alright” is all he could mutter. Two words were all he said, but an entire novel is what he thought. He tried to wrap his mind around what just occurred. It took him a day and a half to come to the conclusion that what she said was the truth. He coped with it, understood it, and would tolerate it until the idea would depart from her mind.

Jeremy had other things to preoccupy his thoughts. He remembered that today was the day of a house party near where he lived in which his band was requested to play. Eagerly, he gathered his equipment into the trunk of his friend’s girlfriend’s truck and they drove toward the house.

“This show is gonna be great man, I invited so many people” Jeremy yelled over the music to his friend and fellow band mate Mikhail. He didn’t respond to Jeremy, but he wasn’t sure if he didn’t hear him over the music or if he had heard him but didn’t respond. Jeremy knew Mikhail didn’t enjoy performing as much as when they first started. His interest was fleeting and gathering itself into his on again off again girlfriend. Jeremy pushed away his thoughts and jealousies, and focused on the task at hand.

            “Early and punctual, totally fucking rock and roll” muttered Jeremy under his breath. Set up was easy for the boys; it was habitual, even almost ceremonial to them.

“Looking for someone?” Mikhail spoke for the first time that day. Jeremy was so surprised at Mikhail he almost forgot he was staring down the road from the house.

“Hopefully she will come today” Hope. Jeremy fantasized her seeing him in all his glory, on stage, performing, being as graceful and soulful as he can be on his instrument in front of all these people.

This fantasy was short lived. In an instant his heart stopped for a moment frozen in time he starred from across the room. For there she sat, in all her worldly splendor, wrapped in his arms.

A Resentful Person

“Don’t you move,” the gunman said. “Not even a fuckin’ inch or I’ll blow a hole through your teeth.” Bill Williamson stared down the barrel of his six shooter making sure his captive got the message.

“Well damn Bill, I didn’t take you fer one to hold a grudge,” Jim Perkins whistled through his yellow teeth. “We didn’t knows you wud survive is all, or else we wouldn’t have done pulled that stunt.”  

            Bill debated whether he should kill this sonofabitch now quick and easy with his trusty firearm or a slow death, maybe hogtied and dragged by a horse. As he was thinking to himself Jim made another attempt to flee and was met by a swift kick to the ribs.

            “Stay still goddammit while I think a minute,” hollered Bill to Jim as he attempted to crawl away. Bill thought he had him pinned in a corner in the abandoned bar they were hold off in but it seemed like Jim found another way to slip out of Bill’s reach. As Jim crawled around the bar counter and mad a mad dash for the exit, Bill sent a slug right through his left thigh. Jim fell hard hitting his head on the floor, almost knocking him unconscious.

“We didn’t mean nothing personal by it goddammit!” Jim mumbled half drunkenly from the head trauma. “The job went bad is all.”

“Nothing personal?” Bill said almost amused,” Those bastard Mason Gang done killed my wife and kid you sonofabitch!” Having exclaimed that, Bill unloaded the rest of his revolver into Jim, with hate, resentment, and meaning in every round.

Bill felt a wave of pain flow over him. He felt all that hate pent up inside him flow through him and his gun, as if the two where one. This feeling, as powerful as it was, was not what Bill expected. He wanted closure, but all he felt was loss. Bill reloaded his gun and sighed as he holstered it. It was going to be a long time before Bill found peace. It would take a lot more men and a lot more bullets before he would earn redemption.

            He stepped outside the bar only to be met by the 6 leaders of the Mason gang, the only ones he hadn’t killed yet.

“Put down your gun and come out where we can sees ya,” shouted the Captain.

Bill smiled, it was going to be sooner then he thought. His day was today; his time was now. He cocked his gun, aimed, and fired into glory.