THE END OF THE LINE. A SHORT URBAN STORY

END OF THE LINE[ A FLASH] a short story.
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I AM GOING TO BE RUNNING A NEW SERIES ALA THE BLACK HITCHCOCK AND IT WILL BE CALLED FLASHES. THESE STORIES ARE NOT TRUE THEY ARE FICTION. THEY DO NOT PORTRAY REAL PEOPLE THOUGH SOME OF THE THEMES ARE BASED ON REAL EVENTS. PLEASE ENJOY THEM AND TELL ME WHAT YOU REALLY THINK. 

He awoke to a pitch dark room...as soon as his feet hit the floor he heard his bird wake up, The bird in question had been his steady companion for three and a half years, it was a gift to himself . It was a peachface lovebird from Africa. The bird was trained by him and it could fly but would always return. There were chickens in his yard and a hawk was always nearby, the bird would walk to the edge of the porch and look around for the hawk before he flew off. He went into the bathroom and ran the shower as he peed, washed his hands and then brushed his teeth. After this he got into the shower and washed himself. He got out dried off and put on his clothes which were laying on the small table in the bath room. He walked into the kitchen which was seperated from the living room by a sofa.

He lived in a small trailer 2 tiny ass rooms a living and a bathroom.He put coffee in his coffeemaker and walked over to the cage where his bird "tommy boy"was running around excitedly...he opened the door and the bird jumped onto its ledge, it was a nice antique wrought iron cage that he had gotten from an old woman before she died. The bird flew onto his shoulder and he walked over to the T.V. and turned on C.N.N. He watched the news as his coffee got ready and opened a bag of unsalted sunflower seeds and placed some in his hand, tommy boy climbed down and ate them quickly and climbed back to his shoulder.He reached over and picked the blunt up out of the ashtray and lit it. He coughed...damn this was some good shit! He thought as he pulled on the blunt again. 200 dollars a quarter shit. WHEW! He smoked and blew some to his bird who had climbed back on his shoulder. His laptop lay on the table in front of him and he turned it on and opened his e-mail. He trashed it all after he read it. He went to facebook and checked his page. Damn that was a lot of hits. He stood up and went to the cage, tommy boy jumped up and flew to his perch. He picked up some honey and berry food sticks and tied them to the edge of the cage 2 of them and checked the water in the bottle. Good it was still full.He turned off every thing after he drank his coffee but he turned on a small T.V. for tommy boy, it kept him from being lonely when his friend was gone. He picked up his jacket and put it on before he grabbed his Timbo backpack and went out of the door to his porch.

There was a store right next to his trailer and he walked to this store and stepped in. He spoke to the man behind the counter, he was an Egyptian copt. and the man spoke back to him with warmth in his voice. They chatted about the weather and other matters before he bought a paper and left the store and walked to the bus stop.He reached into his pocket and pulled out his m.p.3 player and turned it on and placed the buds into his ear, the sounds of WAR filled his ears as he listened to "the world is a ghetto" The bus finally came and he got on it was almost empty since this was the end of the line. He spoke to the bus driver and they talked about the basketball game as he walked to the first seat on the left and sat down. He opened the paper and started to read the comics, he always read them first.

As the bus moved along it picked up more and more people. People on their way to work and class, this bus passed through the college campus on its trek back to the city. A young woman with books got on and he got up and offered her his seat, she smiled at him and he aknowleged her.The bus was crowded now so he went and stood by the second door and jammed to the sounds of "Midnite" one of his favorite reggae artists. As the bus passed through the college campus people got on and off the bus but he remained standing. The bus continued on to the terminal which was a transfer point downtown. As soon as the bus stopped he got off and walked across the terminal, he passed the cop and the security gaurd who worked there and spoke to them, they spoke back and he walked to the steps and walked up them they took him to the street. He crossed the street and walk by the Christ Scientist church with its ajoining day care. He passed by the hotels and restaurants that Mixed in with the offices of downtown. He passed the exclusive club that had all the masonic symbology on its facade and stood in the shadow of the capital building.

He saw the courthouse ahead and stood at the sidewalk across the street as he waited to cross. The light changed and he crossed the street and walked in the door. As soon as he stepped through the door he reached into his pocket and pulled out the Desert Eagle that he had modified his jacket to conceal and shot the sherrif that stood there. He then turned and shot the one who was moving just a little to slow to stand from behind the x-ray machine across from him. He quickly unzipped the backpack as he walked up the aisle to the atrium, he threw down the 5 sticks of dynomite that were set to go off in 30 seconds behind a trash can and walked on up the hall a ballif ran out of a courtroom om the left and he shot him and he dropped another bundle set to 15 seconds, he had placed different color tape on them to tell them apart . he walked on down the hall and was hit with a shot to the vest that he had on under ther the jacket. He did not even look around, he just pressed the button in his hand. White light. Silence.