George is still crazy...Submitted by Yes at 2004-08-18 15:24:10 EDT
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George stood in the parking lot of the bank, watching the sun drop out of the sky. When the last bit of the yellow orb disappeared beneath the horizon he looked down at the dead man at his feet. Sickly purple and black splotches had formed on the man's neck where George had squeezed the life out of him. George's eyes moved from the man's neck to the revolver resting on the ground next to the body. George bent down and picked it up, sliding the heavy chuck of steel into his coat pocket as he stood. Then George took the key out of the balding man's car door, sat down on the soft leather seat of the Cadillac, and pulled the door closed. He sat for a little bit staring at the darkening sky before he slid the key into its place and started the car.
George dropped the lever to R and began to back out of the parking space; he had rolled a couple feet when the car stopped moving, George gave it a little gas and it lurched back then up and over whatever had been blocking the front tire's path. George dropped the lever down to D and began to pull forward, again the car encountered something it its path, so George pushed down on the gas and big car went over the mini speed bump. When the back tire went over the bump there was a strange crunch as the balding man's balding head exploded.
George drove the balding man's car to his house, parked it in the back, and then went inside. He took off his coat, hung it up, and then put his keys on the little hook by the coat rack. Then George went into his office, sat down in front of his computer and opened up Internet Explorer. As his homepage loaded a very toothy, almost shark-like, grin spread across his face.
"This'll make a great post" He said to no one in particular.
George put his hand on the mouse and clicked the little blue "Submit" in the upper right corner of the screen. He started to type: "George sat on his bed in the dark room. The shards of broken glass twinkled weakly in the diffused light. George turned his head to stare at the picture on the wall."