Frederick Bodan broke the night's fog dancing through the dark, lonely streets of London. He twirled his cane, alternating hands. An old man staggered out from an alley, he fell with his bottle. Bodan jumped with fright. "The devil?!" he shrieked.
The man stood, spewing out a few ounces of old supper. "Be so grateful to lend an ol' chap some coin for the pub?" he muttered.
"Sorry friend, I ran dry." Bodan replied. "Good night." he tipped his top hat and walked on.
The man followed Bodan don the road. "Everybody knows you, Bodan. We know you got money after ya father died and all. Please spare some coin, Bo."
"Please sir, I said good night." Bodan replied.
Bodan continued to strut the dark street. He didn't think the old man was behind him anymore but he dared to look. Nothing in sight. 'Must have fell into the fog.' Bodan thought. He whipped his head back around.
"Spare some coin?" the ratty man asked.
Bodan backed away. "Sir!" he said irritated. "I have no coin for your liquid habit! Now please leave me alone. Good night!" Bodan quickly turned walked the other way.
"Bo." the man said as he tugged Bodan's coat.
Bodan turned around, thrusting his cane to the man's nose. He dropped to his knees, hands in his face. "Don't..." Bodan said as he kicked him in his gut. "...touch..." as the man fell to the ground on his side he kicked him in his face. "...the coat." Bodan said with a tip of the hat.
The man cried as he laid in pain. "Please...sir...no more..."
"No more?" Bodan questioned. "Please sir...no more will dirty chum touch my coat?"
"No more..." he coughed a spray of blood on Bodan's shoes. "Sir...please."
Bodan gasped. "My shoes! What have you done!?" he yelled. Bodan took a deep breath. A smile slowly curved from ear to ear, showing his brown rotting teeth. He peacefully paced around the crying wad of flesh as he twirled his cane.
Bodan took his cane and swung it to the back of the man's head. He screamed. Bodan continued to beat him with the cane all over his body. He pleaded for Bodan to stop but he wouldn't. He jammed the cane down into his head, Bodan laughed. He didn't stop until the man 's head was completely flat.
Bodan took his hat off and placed it on the flat head then walked away as if nothing happened. As he walked he hopped in the air and clacked his shoes together, whistling.
In reply to Write On Edge
The point of this was to write a story about crossing a line with a 450 word limit.
In reply to Write On Edge
The point of this was to write a story about crossing a line with a 450 word limit.
