The Silent World
He sat in the café reading his paper while the world seemed to rush back and forth with a frenzied agenda that was too big to accomplish. He read about schools spying on students in their homes, the endless arguments on healthcare (good and bad), and the various murders that happened with the small time span of the night. As he flipped the next page he washed the recently read information from his brain. It appeared the next page had about the same issues as the last. The only difference was the headlines and the author. He always felt that if he soaked up the information that he would eventually kill himself out of disdain over the state of the world. He was completely free from it all. He didn’t cater to politics; he made his own choices on religion, and to completely separate himself, he turned off his television. On the ground next to the man’s feet was a bag he often carried. Normally, he carried a gun in the bag along with a video camera with videos recorded from his past. There was a child trying to steal the bag away and before the man could say anything the parents came over, “We’re terribly sorry. He’s never done anything like this.”
“He’s just curious,” the man told the parents. “Better to have that curiosity, the kids can really grow from it.” He smiled at the child, then the parents, then went back to his paper. As turned the next page he watched a woman cross the street. She wore a strapless red dress revealing her pale skin mashed with dried blood that covered her arms. She was dragging an axe towards the coffee shop. This made the man very uneasy, not because of the woman, but because of the people around her doing nothing. They were completely oblivious to this person. The woman slowly inched her way into the café and went up to the counter. The man behind the counter looked at the woman and asked her for her order. She raised the axe and brought it down hard into the cashier’s shoulder, and before she could force the axe out of his body, the man reading his paper fired two shots from his gun—one piercing her kidney area and the other her head, killing her instantly. He looked around the café and found that no one had noticed what had happened. They sat there drinking their coffee and discussing the agenda of the world. He looked back at the wounded cashier to find him serving another couple, then falling to the ground. The man grabbed his bag, threw it over his shoulder and walked out of the shop. He left his paper open on the table, and from the window you could make out the image on the page. The image was of a flat-screen television and on the screen was a woman with a small oval-shaped pill in her hand.