So, I've decided to post Mike's story. Mainly because I was planning on doing it a while ago, and I completely forgot.
Inside the flannel coat there was a wallet - something the detectives must have missed. The ID was gone but the money was still there, the bills - mostly fifties - crisp and fresh. Funny that none of the twenty three bullets that passed through this man's chest hit the wallet. The lack of a photo ID was a bit disappointing, as it would have been interesting to see what the victim looked like before he was beaten in the head with a blunt instrument. The coroner shrugged and jammed the money into the front pocket of his jeans, along with three leftover stamps and a bowling coupon.
Mike, you can win a constellation price too. Constellation? Consolation? Whatever.
Well... I suppose.....
2 comments:
a constellation prize? like his own personal collections of stars in the vague shape of an animal or person that no one can really make out no matter how hard they try? that's awesome. i want a constellation prize.
i'll take one of those too. thanks.
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