The Christmas music was still playing over the loud speakers in the coffee shop. It is serenely disturbing as Jingle Bells serenades a man dying as he bleeds out over his latte and bagel with cream cheese. Nobody likes a murder or even death but this one hurt. It is the holiday season and all were enjoying themselves. The couple in the big softies chattering to impress each other on their first date, the two old men playing chess and downing espressos religiously and the barista behind the counter smiling but wanting to be home. The barista is still smiling but the smile is stuck and unconscious when before it was forced and genuinely fake. I have never seen a murder. Now I have. I would like to explain to the police what happened and that would help them catch someone. I would be a hero and even receive a handshake. Alas, all I can tell is that someone walked into the shop as a person on holiday would walk. Strolling with little to no purpose. Meandering would be a good word. I'll use that.
Dashing through the snow..
I want to squelch the notion that murders are loud or dramatic. Well some are I am sure but this one was not. The man on holiday walked up to the man reading the newspaper. A handshake, a smile, a exchange of greetings, pulling him close and then four thrusts of a blade into the newspaper and through the stomach of it's reader. His hands coddle the man's confused face and then he walks towards the door with a small grin on his face. He stops at my table first and presents me with the knife. He tells me I have earned it. I guess so.
..on a one horse open sleigh..
That was it. The holiday skewer did not even run away. He walked. People are not even afraid of spilling the blood of people in coffee shops who read newspapers during the Christmas season. There was Christmas music playing. Has anyone ever died immediately after hearing "Happy Holidays to you."? I watched the man's blood soak his bagel and wondered if that bothered him. I hope it did not, he has enough to worry about at the moment. A new song as come on the speakers.
The weather outside is frightful...
I want to help this man but he is too far gone. I am sorry he is dying. I hope they catch that man on holiday. There is no excuse to interrupt the yule tide season. People have presents to buy and trees to decorate. Uncalled for really.
...but the fire is so delightful...
Turn off the incessant music. I cannot seem to get a grasp on what has happened with those tunes blocking out all ranges of emotions. Police officers are inside now with guns pulled and some paramedics are fussing over the newspaper and it's reader. They should stop. He is dead. I wish I did not have such sticky hands. The coppers are looking at me with odd looks on their face. The guns are pointed towards me. This is un safe I say. Doesn't a man have rights in this holiday season? I would like to finish my coffee please. I tell them this and they do not listen. Hands behind the back is uncomfortable. I am worried that the police officers have made a mistake as the knife is on my table.
They are not convinced by my oaths of innocence. The other customers have turned on me. They want justice.
...as long as you love me so, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...
Looking back I should have taken my pills but it was the holiday season I say. I will not subject myself to that any longer. I was a man on holiday, I did not need any pills telling me what to do. Merry Christmas I guess. I tell this to the police officer who handcuffs me. No response. I am not sure holidays mean the same to everyone.
Dashing through the snow..
I want to squelch the notion that murders are loud or dramatic. Well some are I am sure but this one was not. The man on holiday walked up to the man reading the newspaper. A handshake, a smile, a exchange of greetings, pulling him close and then four thrusts of a blade into the newspaper and through the stomach of it's reader. His hands coddle the man's confused face and then he walks towards the door with a small grin on his face. He stops at my table first and presents me with the knife. He tells me I have earned it. I guess so.
..on a one horse open sleigh..
That was it. The holiday skewer did not even run away. He walked. People are not even afraid of spilling the blood of people in coffee shops who read newspapers during the Christmas season. There was Christmas music playing. Has anyone ever died immediately after hearing "Happy Holidays to you."? I watched the man's blood soak his bagel and wondered if that bothered him. I hope it did not, he has enough to worry about at the moment. A new song as come on the speakers.
The weather outside is frightful...
I want to help this man but he is too far gone. I am sorry he is dying. I hope they catch that man on holiday. There is no excuse to interrupt the yule tide season. People have presents to buy and trees to decorate. Uncalled for really.
...but the fire is so delightful...
Turn off the incessant music. I cannot seem to get a grasp on what has happened with those tunes blocking out all ranges of emotions. Police officers are inside now with guns pulled and some paramedics are fussing over the newspaper and it's reader. They should stop. He is dead. I wish I did not have such sticky hands. The coppers are looking at me with odd looks on their face. The guns are pointed towards me. This is un safe I say. Doesn't a man have rights in this holiday season? I would like to finish my coffee please. I tell them this and they do not listen. Hands behind the back is uncomfortable. I am worried that the police officers have made a mistake as the knife is on my table.
They are not convinced by my oaths of innocence. The other customers have turned on me. They want justice.
...as long as you love me so, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...
Looking back I should have taken my pills but it was the holiday season I say. I will not subject myself to that any longer. I was a man on holiday, I did not need any pills telling me what to do. Merry Christmas I guess. I tell this to the police officer who handcuffs me. No response. I am not sure holidays mean the same to everyone.
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