Why So Serious?
Enter: Hobo Stab Insurance
The sun beats down and heats the sidewalk. It bakes the pavement to intense temperatures. He's glad he's wearing sneakers. The rubber soles protect him from the heat.
He smiles down at his shoes. He notices his laces are untied. He bends down to tie it. He hears a scream. He slowly stands back up. Were did that scream come from? e hears a sob and another scream. It's coming from the alley. The alley he just walked by.
He takes two steps back and looks down the alley. The sun is too bright. All he can see are shadows. One of a man and one of a woman. The man brings something that glints - a knife - up and then down. Up and then down. Up and then down. It's dripping with blood. He stares.
The woman stops moving. Stops twitching. Stops writhing. Stops moving. She's dead. The man picks up her purse and walks out of the alley. The man is a hobo. He steps back into the shadows so the hobo doesn't see him.
He steps into the alley. He looks at the mangled body. The stabbed body. The woman is dressed up fancy. She has a frown on her face. "Why so serious?
He smiles down at his shoes. He notices his laces are untied. He bends down to tie it. He hears a scream. He slowly stands back up. Were did that scream come from? e hears a sob and another scream. It's coming from the alley. The alley he just walked by.
He takes two steps back and looks down the alley. The sun is too bright. All he can see are shadows. One of a man and one of a woman. The man brings something that glints - a knife - up and then down. Up and then down. Up and then down. It's dripping with blood. He stares.
The woman stops moving. Stops twitching. Stops writhing. Stops moving. She's dead. The man picks up her purse and walks out of the alley. The man is a hobo. He steps back into the shadows so the hobo doesn't see him.
He steps into the alley. He looks at the mangled body. The stabbed body. The woman is dressed up fancy. She has a frown on her face. "Why so serious?