One Page Story:
The Snap Dragon
He was down, I was up and that’s how things tend to go with
me. Blood was running through my nose, gun held tight. His
eyes turned around to see the bottom of the gun barrel and you
could tell he wasn’t happy with the sight. Sucks for him. I am
not a trigger-happy person though. You have to take your time
with these things. His expression changed again and know he
was pleading. I am a killer. But I am no monster. It gets
harder when they get sad. Trigger gets heavier.
I still remember the first time I truly felt calm. It was a
Saturday morning, I was waiting for a friend and while I was
walking up and down, the pavement in front of his house I saw
a snap dragon. You know. This weird little flower that has
petals that resemble a beastly mouth. When I was young, I used
to put my fingers inside those petals and open the flowers
mouth while doing munching sounds with my mouth. Nom nom. A
weird little memory for a weird little flower. And what a name
right? Snap Dragon. In my country we call them doggies. They
look way more like a dog than a dragon. But what do I know? I
am not a botanist.
There I was looking at the flower, admiring its unusual
beauty. The colour, the slight wind that made them dance in
sync. Suddenly, a bee arrived. It looked at me and then looked
at the snap dragon. I guess it decided that the flower was a
much more appetizing target, and it plunged inside its beastly
mouth. There was no one there with me. It was just me, the bee
and the snapdragon. And it felt calm. This little scene.
Created just for me.
Every time before I went in for a kill, I thought of the snap
dragon. Pulling the trigger was easier that way.