Saturday, November 7, 2009

Halloween Story 11


Okay.  I think this is on.

12:00 am exactly.  I'm pulling out of my spot on the berm just before the construction zone.  No traffic.  I'm keeping the headlights off.  Light from the moon is enough.
O God, I can't believe I'm doing this.

There he is, holding that stop sign, looking the other way.  You think it's just another day, don't you, Benito.  It's not!  It's Halloween, Benito  Halloween!  Hahaha.  Here I come.  Fabiola, you're free!  Free to love me!

O God O God!  It's not him!

It wasn't him.