Week of April 27, 2008

[MaxBro]

Kubrick Style (via Wyckthoor)

[MaxBro]

He had two choices, though in his mind there could only really be one. Either stand outside the door listening to the sobs from the inside of his girlfriend’s apartment, and ultimately walking away into the darkness. Or, reaching out a hand and knocking on the oak door, and confronting her after avoiding her phone calls the past week.

One choice. It couldn’t be put off any longer, pushed aside like a discarded jacket long fallen out of stylistic favor. If he delayed, even for another hour, than The Old Man would know. And once he knew, once he saw the pictures the sobbing girl had inside, all hell would erupt from the earth like Vesuvius on its infamous day. Even in his 70’s, you didn’t mess with The Old Man. His girlfriend’s Old Man.

Gently, with only the stale air of the corridor as a weak friction, he lifted his arm to knock on the door. The sobbing grew more profound, as though it were a fire and someone was bellowing oxygen into its burning heart.

He heard the knock even before his knuckles rapped the wood. He saw her open the door even before she did. He felt himself pulling the revolver out of his waistband, the oily trigger depressing until a tiny, tiny twang sounded as metal hit metal. Heard the bullet before it fired from the barrel. Tasted the droplets of blood even before they sprayed from his girlfriend’s forehead.

One choice. It couldn’t be avoided. First her, then The Old Man.

He heard the lock unhinge, then the door begin to open.