Its been a while.....(this was all based on a dream I actually had ages ago) Prose - Killing Rupert Grint It was shortly just after brunch Myself and my colleague Hargreaves shuffled nervously in our new suited attire As hit men we’d been assigned our first real mission A stranger in Armani strolled up to us in the café prior 4 and 20 hours ago He said if we came up to the office and did this job We’d each get free coffee and extra toast Despite being experts at making Sushi and Contemporary Theatre We still agreed. A gentleman opened the office door Looming over us. Bruce Willis – our main man. He hands us a set of instructions - In the form of many post it notes. Your first murder Deliver me the body of that annoying – young – man - Ginger guy- you know – in the – that harry potter prick He hasn’t actually done anything I just get nervous when his mug comes on that screen! We came unprepared without bags, wallets or pockets And I was reduced to stuffing the post-its into Hargreaves’s mouth for safekeeping It was a lovely day and we avoided taking transport and begun the mission on foot Well more one of those country strolls after a big Sunday lunch We thought we’d start searching at the beach He COULD be there Gentle Hargreaves kicked gleefully at the pebbles Whilst I surveilled the spot with 2nd hand binoculars That were a present to me from dear Uncle Oswald I turn round once and gaped Hargreaves looking grey and hollow perched on Rupert Grints hand Post its crammed into every available orifice Rupert smiled dropping the body “Now I’m really angry! You’re in such deep shit you- horrible – sneaky – man!” I thundered. But before I could even point in an authoritive manner he had trotted up the hills cackling. Knowing I was in for a telling off, I lightly tapped on Bruces Door With a bowl of Quaker Oats to soothe him He took big mouthfuls as I informed him about poor Hargreaves and the post its He put down his spoon and sharply asked me to leave. At the door I turned around “Was this because I forgot to put sugar in your porridge??” Biting his lip he turned his eyes to the floor. The following week I sent an angry letter of complaint demanding a refund of Two jars of Kenco and Kingsmill
Posted on: Sun, 09 Feb 2014 22:41:08 +0000
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