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Night Crawler, Part 7

Contributed by Butterat_Zool on Sunday, 23rd March 2003 @ 05:45:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

“Services? What services? Is she okay?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you knew.”
“Tell me what happened to my wife.”
“She’s dead sir. I’m afraid she killed herself last night.”
dead

“How did she wind up at the hospital?”
“A woman claiming to be her sister
dropped her off four days ago
with an acute case of poisoning.”
“Her sister… I knew I should have gone there.”

“This is all news to me. Look I’ll pay the bill.
I just need to call her sister up and figure a few things out.
Do you know how much our share is?”
“Just one second, I’ll check for you.”
After the week he’d had, now was not a time for waiting.

“That’ll be six hundred and fifty dollars even.”
“Lucky me. Here you go.”
The man pulled out the rest of his poker money,
Counted off all but about forty of it,
And put the wad of bills into the doctor’s hand.

“Thank you sir, and once again, I’m sorry for your loss.”
“No you aren’t, they pay you to say that.
Now get off of my property before I kick your ass.”
With that, the young doctor ran to his car and drove away.
The man decided that he needed to call his sister-in-law.

As he was dialing, there was yet another knock at his door.
He hung up the phone and went and answered the door.
He was surprised to see his friend again.
He had lost track of time.
It was already Monday.

“Hey there. I didn’t realize it was already noon.”
“Yeah. Here’s your order. Right on time.”
“You got thirty?”
“Yeah, thirty dozen roses, hand-picked from the queen’s garden.”
“Oh wow… that’s a shame.”

Copyright Â© Butterat_Zool ... [ 2003-03-23 17:45:00]
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Re: Night Crawler, Part 7 (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Saturday, 5th April 2003 @ 05:53:38 PM AEST
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OUCH!!!! what a shame!!!
Jenni

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