a.bullet.whisper

a bullet whisper
[act. 1]

a young man… at twenty
something… thinks that he is the word master… tap dancing the finger on the
keyboard… imagining…

a man… at forty
something… thinks that his world is about to crumble… slow dancing the
finger on his head… wondering…

a woman… at thirty
something… thinks that she is beautiful… skate dancing the lipstick on the
mirror… agonizing…

a bullet… exact six
month… thinks that he is being ignored… swing dancing its tip on a palm….
waiting…

[ the young man ]

a 14″ monitor… a
grand CPU… a mouse… a keyboard….

a writer… an ash tray… a
cup of coffee… and a cell phone…

left side cheek… eyes
blinking… dancing fingers… and taping foot…

“I’m screwed… gotta figure
something out fast… com’ on… think dammit… think….”. He turns his head,
and then smiled. Putting himself in a slight comfort…. “Huff… I got 12 hour
before the deadline….”.

“I can do this…..”

[ the man ]

a revolver… a pulled
trigger… six chambers… and one bullet…

a driver… an ash tray… a
cell phone… and a lighted cigarette…

right side temple… both
eyes closed… trembling hand… and scrapped knee…

“I love her… no matter
what…. I do”. He swiftly pulls the trigger… “Damn… why he gave me this
heavy revolver anyway….”. Then he smiled as he saw his image reflected by the
shine on his revolver….

[ the woman ]

a lipstick… a bottle of
perfume… a mirror… a red gown…

a dancer… a glass of
whiskey… a ring… a scrap of paper…

around the neck… tired
eyes… soft skin… and crossed legs…

She dressed out for the
kill… “Should I tell him that I’ve made out my mind ??”. She nods her head in
slight determination. “Yes… I loved him too…” She has finished the writing
on the mirror…. it said “I QUIT !!!”

[ the bullet ]

a ring… a watch… some cold
sweat…a trembling hand…

a killer… a cleaner… a
shine… a reflection…

on a palm… cold… hard… and
ready to use…

It served only one purpose…
to tell the truth… and only the truth…

“Put me on my chamber… blaze
me away….see if I can serve you well…”

a bullet wishper [
act.2 ]

[ the young man ]

“they said that we…. can
be a God in a scrap of paper…”

“I’m in dead end…”

“I have the whole idea…
but I’m totally lost…”

“How am I going to end
this…?”

his fingers stop tapping the
keyboard, the young man is drown again in his deep contemplation…

[ the man ]

“I’m going to end it here…”

“Tonight… that monster is
going to die….”

The man smiled in grim
face…, he picks the bullet from his palm and licks the bullet…

“cold…”

He put the bullet into the
chamber… and aims the revolver at the wall…

[ the woman ]

She runs in a funny pacy
style… out to the street…

“I hope I’m not too late…”

“Taxi !!….”

“Redfield apartment!… On
the Coppinger St.!…”

[ the bullet ]

Back in the chamber…

“That man is using mint
toothpaste….”

a bullet whisper [
act.3 ]

[ the young man ]

“I’m running out of time…”

“So be it… I’m dying
anyway….”

He smiles… and then glances
forward…

An image stands in a gentle
gesture…

“At last… it is my time eh…?”

[ the man ]

He opens the door…

He is searching for someone…

“There you are…”

He walks forward… getting
closer….Now, they are face to face…

“Tonight… you’re going to
die….”

He aims for the heart…

[ the woman ]

“Oh… come on”

She slams the taxi’s
door…and run to the stairs…

“Please don’t do anything
stupid…”

A few more steps….

“I love you… only you… no
one else….”

She found the door is
already open…

And then she hears a sound
that made her heart almost stop beating…

[ the bullet ]

“Heh… finally… the moment of
truth…”

It flies… slicing the air…
it became an answer on its way…

BANG !!

a bullet whisper [
act. 4 ]

[ the young man ]

He falls upon his knee…

Coughing blood…. his body
has betrayed him…

Dying…

“……”

The death is kissing him
gently, yet sucking his life out in jealousy…

[ the man ]

Standing in a grim
satisfaction….

He turns his back…

Startled…

[ the woman ]

“NO…”

She stands in horror….

[ the bullet ]

“I whisper the truth…”

a bullet whisper [
act. 5 ]

[ the young man ]

He’s dead… but still
smiling….

His body has betrayed him…

His PC still turned on… The
monitor still displaying thousand words…

The cursor still blinks at
the last word he types…

The word was

“FINALE”

[ the man ]

“I killed that
monster….”

“That monster lives within
me…. “

He drops the revolver….

The large mirror is falling
into pieces….

“I love you….”

[ the woman ]

She glances at the
almost-hollow frame… shattered glass…

Scattered reflection… and
some sharp pieces still stay on the frame…

“I love you too….”

Almost fainted in grace…

“More than you’ll ever know….

[ the bullet ]

“And only the truth…”

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