To Take or Not To Take
Okay..no shit over this please. This is a random piece from my creative writing class. After the sex story, my professor decided to see if i could write something else. Guess what...i can. I don't like being pushed and here's what he got. I think i sufficiently disturbed everyone but he loved it. He was quite surprised that i could write something more than erotica. XD
I stood near the woman, waiting for the bus. Her purse hung open and I scanned the contents. Nice lady, stupid though. Her wallet was blatantly open just as her purse was.
I looked around to see if anyone was near. Coast is clear. I stand just off and behind her; debating on whether to take the whole thing or grab only the wallet. Take the bag, Jackie boy.
I reach my hand up slowly, not wanting her to know I'm doing anything until its too late. As my hand wraps around the strap, I yank. And I yank again. That's when I really look at the woman. Her eyes are closed and she seems to be leaning into the corner of the bus stall.
I reach up to touch her skin and almost recoil in disgust. She's dead, leaning there for all the world and she's not even that old looking. I look down at her purse and see her hand clamped to the strap. Fuck! No wonder I couldn't get it. Dead lady's purse is stuck to her cold, fisted hand.
I look back at her and start an internal debate over whether or not I should take the damn thing. Should I take a dead persons' stuff or not?
Should I or not?
Should I take it or just walk away?
My mind goes back and forth over the morals of taking dead people's stuff. Its wrong isn't it? What would my old pastor say?
All of a sudden a stroke of genius hits me. Take the wallet and leave the ID. Someone is bound to come by sooner or later. I take the wallet and look through it.
No credit cards, no bankcards, no cash. Not even pictures of family or friends. I keep probing through it and find a note.
To the person reading this: Jokes on you, you're on Candid Camera!
_ Wave to all the folks at home sucker._
My face becomes a mask of rage and horror. What the hell is this shit?! Oh my god, this has to be the sickest joke ever. I drop the wallet back in the bag then turn and leave. I start walking away, wondering what other idiot like me be caught by it. I'll have to watch the show next week to find out.