Accident

"Where's the holster?"

Coheen stood in front of his mirror, hands on his hips, fingers twitching with impatience and nervous sweat. He was looking grudgingly at the door, waiting for an answer.

"Where's my fuckin' holster?!"

"Shit, hold on." His bumbling assistant stumbled through the door, trying to pull his trousers up. From the crook of his arm, he tossed up a bolster, with a gun tucked inside. "Here ya go."

"No! You idiot!"

It was too late. The holster landed on the bed and a crack broke the air. Coheen watched his assistant jerk suddenly backwards and collapse against the door, slumping to the floor, a pile of business suit, cheap cologne, and brain blood that sprayed onto the door behind him.

"Aw shit..." Shaking his head, he picked up the holster and equipped it, before dragging the body into the tub in the bathroom. Stupid assistants, he thought. It's the third in a month.

He wiped his hands off and left the hotel room.

Changes In The Wind

I changed my blog of musings to "One Page Muse", to be utilized as a container of short writings. And I do mean short. Starting May 26, 2008, all posts will be transcribed each from one sheet of paper, just one side. These stories will be senseless, they will be short, and they will be amusing. You can count on that.

In other news, I have also another blog called "Notes from Overground", which is a series of confessions, large and small, that I never had a chance to discuss with anyone nor want to share with any particular person. 

The schedule of update will be a bit erratic for both blogs, but then I'm not planning on using them as my center of Internet identity. I will eventually make my own webpage. In the meantime, please tolerate the cookie-cutter Blogger templates, and enjoy the delicious morsels of word-food.