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14 October 2008 @ 09:50 pm
I blame it on Johnny Cash  
There are two drabbles under the cut, both 100 words sharp. They are both written after I've been listening to Johnny Cash and Folsom Prison Blues. That line there; I shot a man in Reno...That does it.

The first one is written a long time ago and I think I have it stashed already somewhere here on my LJ. The second one is new, written a little earlier tonight.
This is absolutley and totally SPN free. Consider that a warning. Or something. Will get the shittyday-verse tag though, because my almighty moodswing tells me to be mean.

I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die

The slow gurgling had a strange note of musicality in it. It came fairly regular, with the same sound rhythm; a low rumbling climbing towards a high-pitched wail before tapering off to silence. A cadence, or whatever it was called. I wonder if Mozart would have appreciated this, if he could have worked it into an opera. An ode to…to what? A death full of strange noises? A pointless, useless death? It wasn't useless to me. I sat, watching , listening. Learning? Maybe. It took him so long. Next time, if I'm in a hurry, I'll aim for the head.

He is curling in on himself, slowly, like a slug getting salted. Quiet whines mingle with the soft wet gurgle from his punctured lung. The air wheezes out off him from the wrong places.
I light a cigarette and breathe out into his face, he tries to cough but he has no air left for that. Only the blue smoke seeping through him, skin and bone and blood.
Smoke like the bad wish I put upon him, like my joy when tears trickle down his cheeks. He doesn't understand why, doesn't have to. All he has to do is die.

Current Mood: cranky
softbluebuddy: Bad Day at the Officesoftbluebuddy on October 14th, 2008 10:18 pm (UTC)
Damn girl, if Johnny Cash knew you, he'd have changed the title of that song to

I Shot a Man in Reno, Just to Listen to Him Die

Reno is only about 400 miles from me. Let me know if you are coming to town so I can hide.
Vesta: shotgunbiggelois on October 15th, 2008 06:50 pm (UTC)
No no! No hiding. We can go hunting together instead. I can be your insane cousin if the coppers get us. Might get us off the hook :)
If Johnny Cash knew me, he would be spinning in his grave :) Or haunting me, tryin gto hit me with his guitar.
softbluebuddy: Puppy Tonguesoftbluebuddy on October 15th, 2008 07:16 pm (UTC)
The *coppers*?

Did you learn English watching Jimmy Cagney movies?

"You'll never take me alive you dirty copper!"


fix your Gmail talk yet?
Vesta: shotgunbiggelois on October 15th, 2008 07:28 pm (UTC)
Well, hello! I am a wanna be Scot, hence the coppers:) Besides, I think my mixing American and British English is very Euro-fashion and very trendy. ::snifs:: I'm hip, I'll have you know.

I didn't do anything to my g-talk. It just died and came back to life when I stopped cursing it today. So yeah, I'm on again.
caz2y5: Dean of the deadcaz2y5 on October 15th, 2008 12:21 pm (UTC)
Did i tell you your awesome coz damn girl you have a ways with the written word.
i need to stop being so damned busy so i have time to write and i should be aiming at drabbles.
Vesta: shotgunbiggelois on October 15th, 2008 06:53 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I think you did tell me. But please, feel free to repeat yourself whenever :)
Thank you very much. I like writing my drabbles, even if they are gory sometimes. Better than a punching bag.