Aubergine Dreams
Or Killing Two Birds with One Bazooka
In Which Our Hero Finds His Long-Lost Lover
I always walk in at the wrong moment.
Well, they all think it's bad timing on my part. People just don't know the value of a dramatic entrance.
There are overpriced paintings on the walls; they're all fancy modern art shit. One of them has been improved by the addition of a few bullet holes.
There's a girl on the floor. Bleeding. If she wasn't crying so much, and didn't have those holes in her shoulder, she could be pretty. Half her dress is a fresh, sticky red, the rest is white.
Guy standing by her; shabby clothes, looking b