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Guardians

One night a beautiful girl is serving drinks at a bar, she tells her customers, she is an aspiring movie star. Everyone there loves her and she always gets the guys attentions, even the ominous ones we don't like to mention. She notices one man always sits back and stares, He always has a black rain coat and faded white shoes he wears. He never really talks to anyone, and always stays til the bartender is done. All by herself she closes down the bar, then leaves and walks to her car. In the back it is eerie and dark, then all of a sudden she hears a dog bark. She spins around and sees him walking towards her, she looks away and prays, “please god, I didn't mean for this to incur.” She hurries and puts the key in the lock, then looks back and the man is on the next block. She thinks to herself, man what a creep, then brushes it off and goes home to sleep. The next day she wakes up and watches the news, and sees that a girl was murdered and the police had clues. They show a pair of off white shoes the man left behind, in that moment, she almost lost her mind. She hurries down to the police station and says what she knows, and tells them about the previous night when she had to close. She sits down and drinks coffee from her cup, later they catch him, and she identifies him in a line up. When she points him out, all the police thankfully sigh, then she looks at one of them and says, "I need to ask him why?" For all her help the cops allow her one pass, and she sits down and talks to him through the glass. She looks at him and asks, “why did you not do that to me at my bar?” He looks at her and says, “because you had three big guys with you in your car.” She doesn't understand what he is talking about or saying, then she thinks back and remembers stopping and praying.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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