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#153 – She Read the Note…

…folded it, and nudged it with her foot into the gutter.

It floated on a stream of dirty water before being swallowed up into the void beneath the streets.  It bumped among the refuse of humanity, becoming more soiled every second as it soaked in the filth around it.  As the weight of the water took hold, the paper unfolded itself until it spread out to its full glory as if reaching out for for one last moment before finally submerging into the murky depths of the sewers.

The ink began to run, fouling the message scrawled within.  A letter of apology and promises of making amends disappear in a smear of blue mixed with the brown and black of decay.  Too little, too late.  A clear answer to his pleas that he would never receive, lost forever in the darkness of mankind’s hidden shame.

Behind the Random: After working an 8 hour shift then helping a friend move for another 3 hours, I wasn’t in the mood to really write something big.  So I just let my fingers ramble on for a few minutes and see what they could come up with.  Honestly, I don’t think I could do better if I tried.

#455 – A Note to a Broadway Actor…

…asking him or her to meet after the evening’s performance.

Dear Ms. Beckett,

I hope you like the flowers.  I picked them out myself.

You don’t know me and I know that you probably get random notes all the time, but please don’t disregard this one.  It’s of the utmost importance that you meet me after the show tonight at the park down 7th, alone.  I have some information that you might find very useful, but I need to give it to you in person to avoid it falling in the wrong hands.

I don’t doubt that you have your doubts.  I would too, but I promise that this is for your own safety.  I can’t tell you much more than this, however.  I wish I could, but even the smallest clue could be discovered by someone else so I’m going to have to ask that you trust me.  It’s a leap of faith, but I only have your interest in heart.

I’m sorry that I have to take these precautions and, to ensure that you will meet me as I’ve asked you to, I should tell you that I have your girlfriend with me.  I wish her or you no harm, but I have to see you by any means necessary.  Meet with me and I’ll release her.  Please don’t involve the cops.  That won’t be necessary.

I look forward to meeting you face to face, Ms. Beckett.  Good luck tonight and I’ll see you real soon.

Signed,

You Biggest Fan

Behind the Random: Stalkers are strange creatures.  Especially those who don’t realize that what they’re doing is wrong.  They feel justified in their obsession and sometimes even become dangerous when their rejected.  It’s as if that person belonged to them, in their minds eye, and if they can’t have it then no one will.  Scary, scary people.