savingcatsandmurder

further away from the gluey snow falling all over the town, the human shapes scurrying through the early onset of the night, the hundreds and hundreds of swarming insect-like dots, in the muffled silence of a sepulchral parking lot, there were but two. one tall and heavy and slug-like and the other short and hysterical like a moth. slug stood monumental and apathetic, seemingly indifferent to the snow splattering all over his leather collar. you have to be patient, he thought. somewhere close the other one's voice was ringing. he could register the words' presence. that was enough. the grey monolith of an elementary school building loomed

everything is alright, he thinks. this is how he always finds himself. lying in his bed and waiting for a thunderstorm. he can almost feel the smell of damp grass. he stretches his arms. it feels good. everything feels fine even though rays of sunshine cut his body into thin slices. the sun is toiling at full power, but he lies unperturbed. everything seems hazy and dreamlike. his body is already thawing into a reverie, but the tip of his mind observes acutely. it will be easier to succeed than they say, he thinks. it's all simple. you gotta think like a man, act like a man. then you can break out of this daze. or even better, maybe the thu