November Rain
Predator Press
[Mr I]
“You’re not going to believe this,” I says to LOBO. “Cobe got this wild hair up his tail about doing a nude pictorial of Phoebe.”
“No!” says LOBO.
“Yeah. We got the whole thing on the security cams. Watch this.”
It’s grainy, and the fresh snow is rather blinding on the monitor. At 7:45 am (as reflected in the corner of the screen), Phoebe pulls into the parking facility just in time for work. Even in her heeled boots, the tall, leggy beauty is graceful in ankle-deep snow.
Greeting her at the entrance is Cobe.
I fast forward a little. “This is pretty dull for a few minutes here. ‘Hi, nice to see you this morning’ blah blah. But then at precisely 7:51, here it goes--”
Whatever happened really isn’t clear. There is a slight twitch, maybe a flinch of Phoebe’s hip, and she continues on into the building, tossing something dark and round over her shoulder that flops shapelessly into the snow. Even in the slowest-motion the security cam provided, whatever happened seems to happen between frames.
Cobe remains standing motionless, a strange look crossing over his face.
“Now watch this,” I say, pointing to Cobe's chest with my pen.
A small dark circle appears on his parka, and Cobe slumps forward slightly. The white snow in front of him is now splattered in dark, thick fluid.
At 7:52, Cobe’s lifeless body finally crumples to the ground.
“The police are on the way, and our insurance companies are besides themselves,” I say.
“Why?” asks LOBO. “He asked Phoebe to do a nude pictorial. I would say that this is classified as an attempted suicide. And on the off-chance he survives, we can simply have him fired for attempted murder of himself.”
“Attempted nothing,” I say. “According to our records, Cobe opted for an HMO.”
“Well, why are we wasting time with an ambulance then? I say we 'can' him right now for destruction of company assets, and have the maintenance guys throw him in the dumpster.”
“Really.”
“Yes. Now if you’ll excuse me, Phoebe has just been trough a very traumatic experience and I’m going to console her. You know, you really should try and be a little more sensitive to people at times like this.”
[Mr I]
“You’re not going to believe this,” I says to LOBO. “Cobe got this wild hair up his tail about doing a nude pictorial of Phoebe.”
“No!” says LOBO.
“Yeah. We got the whole thing on the security cams. Watch this.”
It’s grainy, and the fresh snow is rather blinding on the monitor. At 7:45 am (as reflected in the corner of the screen), Phoebe pulls into the parking facility just in time for work. Even in her heeled boots, the tall, leggy beauty is graceful in ankle-deep snow.
Greeting her at the entrance is Cobe.
I fast forward a little. “This is pretty dull for a few minutes here. ‘Hi, nice to see you this morning’ blah blah. But then at precisely 7:51, here it goes--”
Whatever happened really isn’t clear. There is a slight twitch, maybe a flinch of Phoebe’s hip, and she continues on into the building, tossing something dark and round over her shoulder that flops shapelessly into the snow. Even in the slowest-motion the security cam provided, whatever happened seems to happen between frames.
Cobe remains standing motionless, a strange look crossing over his face.
“Now watch this,” I say, pointing to Cobe's chest with my pen.
A small dark circle appears on his parka, and Cobe slumps forward slightly. The white snow in front of him is now splattered in dark, thick fluid.
At 7:52, Cobe’s lifeless body finally crumples to the ground.
“The police are on the way, and our insurance companies are besides themselves,” I say.
“Why?” asks LOBO. “He asked Phoebe to do a nude pictorial. I would say that this is classified as an attempted suicide. And on the off-chance he survives, we can simply have him fired for attempted murder of himself.”
“Attempted nothing,” I say. “According to our records, Cobe opted for an HMO.”
“Well, why are we wasting time with an ambulance then? I say we 'can' him right now for destruction of company assets, and have the maintenance guys throw him in the dumpster.”
“Really.”
“Yes. Now if you’ll excuse me, Phoebe has just been trough a very traumatic experience and I’m going to console her. You know, you really should try and be a little more sensitive to people at times like this.”
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