4/19/22 Give Me a Number

 Give Me a Number

Tormented by his childhood and hurt by the world, the middle aged man walks up to a random person passing by on the sidewalk.

“Excuse me, could you give me a number?” he asks.

The younger man looks at him confused, “Like a phone number?”

“No, just any number,” he says bluntly.

“Alright ummmm,” the confused man pauses for a moment, “Ugh five-hundred. Does that work for you?”

“That’s perfect, thank you.” He says, as he walks away, giving no explanation.

~ 5 Years Later ~

The man who had been stopped on the street now sits in his living room and turns on his TV. Turning to the news he listens to a new report.

“Breaking news ladies and gentlemen,” the anchor begins, “After claiming his five-hundredth kill, based on the signature number carved into the victim's body, The Counting Killer has turned himself in to local police. He claims, this was always the plan, kill five-hundred and then turn himself in. No one knows why this might be the case, but we are all relieved this mass murderer will no longer be roaming the streets.”

The man looks wide eyed in horror at the image on screen of the counting killer. Flashbacks of being stopped that day on the street ran through his mind. He is horrified as he realizes what he had done. So many lives lost. Why had he given such a high number? If it had been lower, so many people would still be alive. Horrified, he faints and falls to the floor.


The End

4/19/22


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