BANG!!!!

Bang.

Beginning

I know through experience that I’ve only got about three lines to hook you in or I’m gone. If I say that I’m about to talk about something you will watch in your head you may already see your self sitting down in a cinema seat as and when I say this. The red curtains slide away sideways to reveal the white screen behind it. Just like a theatre. Of course some may never have seen this in a cinema. And to these people I can say welcome to my experience. Getting back on track to our virtual cinema: you will already envision that the lights have just dimmed down. The place is packed. Your ready for a thriller. Again to those who don’t particularly like thrillers: welcome to my experience.

Now, the trailers have just passed, and I look down at the bucket of whatever popcorn I was having. It’s finished.

The film in front of me has shushed the crowd. Something’s going to happen any second now. There is a warning on the big screen.

Warning: viewers of a nervous disposition please leave now.

Middle

Amazingly three people stand up and leave. I have never seen this happen before. And then a couple more people go. I look down and see that some more people who were sitting in the bottom right corner are also leaving. I don’t really know what’s going on. Didn’t these people pay good money to watch this flick? And they’re leaving because of a stupid notice? I’m more jazzed up now. Did I miss the advertising or something? This should be good.

Firstly all I hear is very loud classical music as the white credits load on the distinctly black page. We’re still in the dark. It’s Vivaldi. Summer. It’s a breathtakingly beautiful song.

I can still just about hear the murmur of people leaving although we’re still in the dark. A Chinese whisper is being passed around. I look back to the screen and see something like a youtube video. Everything is white first. And then silence. The silence is broken by a horror movie style screech of a nail on a blackboard. That sound effect really unnerves me.

End

First we see a farmer on his land having just shot a stray wolf. He puts his shotgun down (still with a wisp of soft smoke coming out of its pipes) and walks with his knife through the gate onto the grass field. And on comes a little girl having coming out of what seems like a farmhouse. She is looking to see where her father (I’m presuming here) went. And then a little boy comes out of the house behind her. He’s looking at the shotgun placed conveniently on the ground. The boy is about six and the girl is about nine. There is something in me that look’s to the title. Of course this is where I tell you that I’m at a film festival and this…and this… I realize as my heart starts thumping and my eyes widen in shock, my mouth dries up and I hold my breath till its over… and this is very short film.

Cue silence...
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Climb out of your morning,
Digest your afternoon melancholy
And feel the gun that tore me apart.
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...BANG.

The true end.

added note: This story was first written during the winter of 2003.

Apologies to those who are offended.