Gas money

Anthony went up to his room, exhausted, confused about what just happened. He did not want to figure out how it did happen, why and what the consequences would be. He took off his clothes and went to bed. A good night sleep might put things in perspective. Had this been his last day as a free man?

The day started out as any other. Around 6.30 the alarm went off. Around 7 he had breakfast and read his morning paper. Being fully dressed and shaven he left for work at 7.30 sharp. Newsflas on the radio: "our beloved king has died!". Off course he did not care, why would he? A king, a child, an older person, a thirty year old, sick, healthy,  all of them were just human beings. Some didn't even deserve that term according to him. He got annoyed by the reactions on the radio station and switched off the radio. Still 15 minuts to go. His car made a strange noise, was it the engine? Or the cluth, the wheels? He knew little to nothing about cars, all he knew was that one day his car would break down in the middle of nowhere, he just didn't know exactly when. Perhaps today? He arrived at work somewhere around 8.15, greated his colleagues and pushed the power button on his computer. While the pc started up he went to get a coffee, at 8.30 he took place on his chair and started working. He noticed he had been awake for two hours without having done anything useful, and no redemption would come during the next 8 hours, that was clear to him.

His alarm rang, 12.30: lunch time. He walked to a little bistro down the street, where he would meet a friend. To catch up and discuss the important things in life. So they talked about sports, travelling and women. What else was there? Off course: literature, culture, but he would rather not discuss thse things. Those were holy and not to be touched in his mind. At 13.15 he said goodbye to his friend and left for work again. Another 4 hours of torture, or was it pleasure? It all became one. There was no good or bad, no horrible or great, there was just life.

17.15, time to go home. His colleagues had already left, so no one to greet. Just shut down the computer, hit the button to dim the lights, and walk to his car. Almost out of gas, he hated when that happened. Such a waste of time, having to stop at a gas station for a refill. It started raining, a car pulled up next to him. A guy approached him: "do you have some money for gas? ". Oh no, not this crap again - he thought to himself. He told the stranger that he did not felt like handing out money to a stranger for gas, but that there was an atm machine just 2 miles down the road. The guy kept staring at him, approached him and asked for gas money a second time, in exchange for 'a kiss from the babe in my car'. Annoyed by this proposal he refused the stranger a second time.

A woman stepped out of the car and came to stand next to the stranger. She handed him a gun. The stranger pulled the trigger, and shot her. "All because you did not want to give us gas money". He kissed Anthony on the cheeck, handed him the gun, and told him to drive home.