The constant: The slow crunch of grass broke Jeffery’s concentration. A step was the culprit. It came slowly, inevitable, so sure of itself. Jeffery didn’t look back.
He knew this day would come.
9/25 – The sound of the six-shooter followed the threat. Jeffery glanced looked at the man who had his life in his glimmering hands. They met eyes.
“Just so you know, Charlie. I didn’t want to do this.”
Charlie’s lips furled. He dared to stare down the old man with jaundice eyes. He trembled as he struggled to keep the pistol locked at Jeffery. Jeffery’s strength easily was overpowering the man, losing his balance.”
“It’s over. The bullet wound’s septic. You need medical attention…”
“Forgive me. I need to do this, Jeff.”
Jeffery moved toward Charlie, with his hands up in surrender. This had to be done right.
“Not with Annie here.”
Charlie veered his eyes over and met locked stares with a small girl. She looked on, with a confused face.”
“It’s okay, baby. Everything is okay. Just close your eyes.”
“Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.”
“I’m not the one with the gun. Remember, you don’t have to do this.”
“Shut the FUCK up!”
Annie broke the tension and began to sob. She dropped Jefferey’s hat and ran over to cliing to his leg. She stared defiantly at Charlie with wet eyes.
“Annie, sweetie, that man is not who he says he is. He’s a bad man. A very bad man.”
“No, he’s not! He’s my friend. He protected me from the metal men. HE took us somewhere safe. He’s my…”
“Charlie, enough of this shit. You want me, meet me by the gas station. You know the one.”
“NO!!” Annie grabbed on tight, her grip had made her fingers into white.
Jeffery crouched down and whispered, “Remember to point to the stars, Annie. I’ll be there.”