Half Scary (Part 4)Shane Jones
VIII The white SUV with the black skull on the hood follows me to work. The windows are tinted but I can see the strands of your hair blowing in the breeze of the air-conditioning. IX Half Scary brings me a kitten. Two hours later he steals the kitten back. In the morning he's at my door with a bucket of water and the kitten. "Nice job," I say. He pulls a rusty knife from his back pocket. "Impressive," I say. He pulls an ice pick from his breast coat pocket. "You've really outdone yourself." A few minutes pass. Anti-climatic.
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