Johnny sat at the far end of the taco hell, munching on a taco. Look
at these disgusting people, engorging themselves with shit, it makes me
sick just to look upon them. I know what you mean a familiar voice said
from across the table. Johnny looked up from his taco, oh no its you again.
Listen she said, I've seen some of your work, not bad at all, I've seen
your creativity, similar to what I put into my own work. Johnny raised an
eyebrow at her, what exactly are you getting at liz person? Nothing she
said, but I have come bearing a gift for you. A gift? He said sounding
surprised. Yes she said pulling a good sized wooden box out of her backpack
and slid it across the table. Johnny looked down at the box than back up at
her. Go ahead she told him, take a look.
He pulled the box close and opened it, the inside was lined with navy blue velvet that cushioned two 12 inch knives. Johnny looked at them in amazement. They were beautiful, glistening in the light they appeared to have never been used they even had Johnny C. carved in the handles. Amazing he said did you make these? Johnny asked. Maybe she said getting up and walking away. Wait he said, thank you. No problem, she said back as she disappeared into the crowd of filthy consumers.
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That night Johnny sat looking at the custom knives, he took one out and held it in his hands, wow its light but it seems strong. "SHIT" he said as a drop of blood trickled out of his finger, damn things sharp enough! He looked back into the box and noticed a bloody piece of paper. He picked it up and read it, "Nny we make a beautiful team enjoy your treat liz". The paper had a strong aroma of incense and alcohol, he dropped the paper down oh the floor and sighed, I wonder if she realizes the danger she putting herself in.
He pulled the box close and opened it, the inside was lined with navy blue velvet that cushioned two 12 inch knives. Johnny looked at them in amazement. They were beautiful, glistening in the light they appeared to have never been used they even had Johnny C. carved in the handles. Amazing he said did you make these? Johnny asked. Maybe she said getting up and walking away. Wait he said, thank you. No problem, she said back as she disappeared into the crowd of filthy consumers.
* * * * *
That night Johnny sat looking at the custom knives, he took one out and held it in his hands, wow its light but it seems strong. "SHIT" he said as a drop of blood trickled out of his finger, damn things sharp enough! He looked back into the box and noticed a bloody piece of paper. He picked it up and read it, "Nny we make a beautiful team enjoy your treat liz". The paper had a strong aroma of incense and alcohol, he dropped the paper down oh the floor and sighed, I wonder if she realizes the danger she putting herself in.
