a.bullet’s.invitation

a young man… 26 years old…
hopefully that he can cope the test … thinks that he need no bless…

an old man… 56 years old… sadly not capable even at his best… thinks that he
works under duress…

a girl… 22 years old… desperately needs a rest … thinks that she’s a
damsel in distress…

a bullet… exact six month… proudly made in west… thinks that he can finally
impress…

a bullet’s invitation [scene.1]

[the young man]

A bottle of beer… a lighted cigarette… a phone book… a handgun…

A bearer… a phone booth… a curling wire… a bulb…

Right side ear… leaning back… crossed leg… and a hand forming a fist…

“Please pick up the phone… our time is running out…”

[the girl]

A red gown… a pair of red stiletto… a cell phone… a revolver…

A lover… a gloomy room… a red shady door… a tapestry…

Left side ear… eyes glancing… jinking steps… and a corn sized sweat…

“darn… I forgot to set the ringing volume low…”

[the old man]

A loosened tie… a black formal pant… a black suit… a golden watch…

A father… a steering wheel… a shift knob… a sound of jazz…

Both hands on the wheel… crazy driving… blowing winds… and a storm of anger…

“Don’t you even dare young lady…”

[the bullet]

A pointy tip… a serial number… some black powder… and a mark of brand…

A prayer… a safety pin… a barrel… and an action trigger…

On a dark chamber… patiently waiting… silently whispering… and a certainty…

“All set?…”

a bullet’s invitation [scene.2]

[the young man]

“You found the place?…”

[the girl]

“Yes… I’ve found a perfect place” she replied in reassuring voice

Her eyes stumble on the image from the magazine…”

“Meet me at the Silent Cliff…”

“I’ll bring the gun too…”

She throws the magazine to the bed

Runs down the stairs and drive out the house…

[the old man]

An hour later… He’s home

“Fuck!!… I’ve been searching every single room, and every single drawer
in my room!…”

“Where is that damn thing!!…”

He runs towards her daughter room

Smiles as he finds the simple mistake her daughter has made

He picks the magazine

“Young lady… I’ve known you for 22 years…”

[the bullet]

“Shall we begin the ceremony?”

a bullet’s invitation [scene.3]

[the young man]

He started his car… and drives…

A few minutes later he found an unpleasant surprise…

“Shit… a road block…”

He throws the handgun out to the street…

[the girl]

Arrived at the cliff…

Sighs but then smiles…

“He’s always late…”

[the old man]

He drove his car out…

He’s going to a place where he’s going to clear up the air…

Thinking numerous tormenting ways he could use against that impudent young man…

[the bullet]

“Where is the groom?”

a bullet’s invitation [scene.4]

[the young man]

He arrived on the cliff

“I’m sorry I’m late… There was a road block and I have to throw my piece
out…”

[the girl]

“That’s okay…”

Glances down the cliff and the sea

“I guess we have to skip the “1… 2… 3… shoot” part and do it old
fashioned way…”

[the old man]

He saw the head lights from two cars above the cliff…

He knew he’s close…

[the bullet]

“Okay… I’ll make it quick…”

“Skip the bla… bla… bla… and say I DO!!”

a bullet’s invitation [scene.5]

[the young man]

He’s done writing a note

He puts the note under the revolver

“I’m sorry… I wish things could be different…”

“I love you…”

He pulls his beloved closer… and kissed her gently…

[the girl]

“I love you too…”

Hugs him tighter…

And felt a rush of blood to the head as both of them plunges down the cliff…

[the old man]

He’s arrived at the cliff…

And found no one…

[the bullet]

“If any of you thinks that this couple shouldn’t be united… say it
now…”

a bullet’s invitation [scene.6]

[the young man]

Down below

He has his last kiss…

Lying breathless…

[the girl]

A few feet from her beloved…

She draws a smile painted in blood…

She has her freedom…

[the old man]

His eyes stood on the car’s hood…

He found a note under a revolver…

He takes the revolver then opens the chamber… there’s a bullet…

His hand is trembling as he picks the note and read it…

His face frowned as he found the huge mistake he has made…

The note said…

“Dear Mr. Johnson… Both I and Myra are gratefully
inviting you to our wedding… in hell”

[the bullet]

“Now… you may kiss the bride…”

BANG!!

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