I’m feeling anxious. I can’t sit around here any more. I’ve got to get out of here.
I want to shoot somebody.
That’s it. I’m going. It’s been too damn long.
I walk to the park. There are too many people around. I’m not up for that level of attention.
I wander down a side street when I see her. A woman. She’s sitting alone. She’s perfect.
She doesn’t see me.
I crouch down low to the ground. She still doesn’t see me. I aim and shoot.
It’s over in under a second.
Then I get out of there.
She still hasn’t seen me.
I stop around the corner to breathe and to peak at what I’ve done.
I look down.
I did good. Really good.
It’s a great picture. In just one shot too.
I want to send it to The Bitch. I want to send it to her to show her that I don’t need her. She wasn’t my fucking muse. She was just convenient. I won’t miss you, Bitch. I can take pictures of whoever I want now.
I go to shoot some more. It’s invigorating, and far better than sitting in that empty apartment.
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