The Walkman
By: Kaiser Wilhelm II
Click.
Fuck, I forgot to bring another tape.
Oh well. Do without.
“Huu huu… jus’ wan die…”
Oh, that’s real nice. Missed the first murmurs of the die loop. Pain. Guess that’s another one for the bin.
Creeeeeeeak…
BOOM!
Thump.
“Wan die… jus’… jus’… wan die…”
Lovely. Out on the road again. I suppose I should stop by home again and pick up some extra tapes.
The night sky is beautiful tonight. It is every night. I wish it were always night. Would make sleep more satisfying. I hate sleeping into the day.
…
I pass by this house every day. Blue, faded to a sky hue. Windows unboarded but caked in enough dust to cover a small field. Pavement path to the door cracked and sprouting dandelions. Cute. Fits the house well.
Click.
Creeeak…
Good place for storage. Until it gets bulldozed. Or falls apart. Then maybe not so much. I should plan for that.
I should plan for that.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Set my bag down gently. One… two… three… four. Four tapes should do it. Don’t want more than I need. I hate excess.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Good place for storage.
Creeeak…
Click.
I like the sky tonight. I feel like I’ve been here before.
Surely…
…
The night sky is beautiful tonight. Good cover for prowling about alleys and the like.
Red is a terrible choice of camouflage.
“HEWP! HEWP FWUFFY! FWUFFY NU W-”
WHAP!
“MMMM MMM MMMMH! MMMMH?! MMMH! MM-”
THUMP!
Quiet. Very nice. Minimal noise is optimal. I hate excess.
…
Thump.
“Whewe… hack… whewe am fwuffy…? Why… why seeie pwaces nu woowk… fwens hewp fwuffy?”
“Oh yes. Friends help fluffy. But fluffy has to help friends first.”
“Fwuffy hewp fwens… how fwuffy hewp?”
“It isn’t hard. Just do one thing for me, okay?”
“Otay… wha’ fwuffy do?”
Click.
“Scream.”
Found the swing of things, so hopefully more shorties will be coming soon while I work on a special bigger project. Until then this should be good. Guten nacht, morgen, oder abend y’all.