Confessions
A Stream Doodle
By Winnebagels
It was dark outside. He lived in London; it was always dark outside. Blood and hydrogen peroxide fell from his hands in waves. A man lay dead in his pantry. Why it had been the pantry, he didn't know. His goggles flashed themselves in the mirror. They always had that tendency to be a bit randy. "You have to believe me bud, I didn't mean to." the blonde waivered. "But you weren't buying any of my coconut milk, and I have a family to feed. If you had been a bit less frugal with that money of yours," the blonde gestured at the tattered wallet in his hands. "But no. It was that important. Haha not a lot of good it's going to do you now is it?" It was dark outside and Captain Flukington had killed two men since noon.