CASIMIR BY SAMSON KING
(18TH JULY 2007)
(COPYRIGHT OF CHRIS NORBURY)
Two hundred years ago on the far shores of the French Mediterranean dose to Nice a French farmer, Pierre Detre looked over to the view of his farm. He looked over to the blue
Mediterranean and the blazing sun overhead. A Vision came to him where he was surrounded by blackness, thick and heavy with no depth or height. The farmer looked around and saw a cloud on fire that was orange and red but as he looked closer he saw an eye as blue as the Mediterranean. The vision stopped and the farmer got up realizing that he had lost many hours and could see the sun on the horizon burning the same red and oranges in the vision.
As Pierre got up he noticed to his right a stone and upon it he carved the image of what he
Morning broke early over the Andes Mountains. The sun had evaporated the nights mist and rain. Domingo admired the view and looked out on to the neighbourhood before him. He noticed the hustle and bustle of city life below him on the streets of El Alto, La Paz with
walkers and shoppers going about their business and wondered why the streets where so
empty. Domingo glanced at his watch, 6.30 a.m. he quietly laughed to himself, knowing that most people where still asleep and that the people below were not shoppers, but most people were opening the shops with a few people coming back from the bars and clubs of La Paz hug over from to much tequila.
His happiness was short lived. As he knew he had to make a call. One that he had to make but wished that he didn't have to make. Domingo scrabbled around his kitchen looking for his phone before heading into the sitting room. Domingo reached over to his brown wooden coffee table picking up his mobile and punched in a number he sighed heavily. The phone rang for less than 10 seconds and was quickly answered, "Hello who is this?" the caller asked. Domingo introduced himself with the caller knowing who it was. The caller spoke back "Domingo, Domingo why are you so worried everything is OK." Domingo says "No everything is not OK l have betrayed my friend for you l want out". The caller responds, "Out, you want out if it wasn't for me you would still be a lowly researcher in the university you ungrateful worm but if you want out that can be arranged." The call ends before Domingo can respond. Domingo notices a glint off a glass cabinet before hearing a thundering explosion and turns as a bullet passes through a glass window tearing the mobile in Domingo's left hand. A second bullet passes straight into his head ripping between his eyes and ears before a third and final bullet rips through his white cotton shirt piercing his heart. Domingo fell hard his breath leaving him even before he hit the ground.
On a nearby tower the shooter admires his kill lighting up a cigarette in triumph smiling "Fell like an angel." The shooter pulls away his M24 sniper rifle and rings a preselected number "Orion here target killed." The caller laughed "Good l am well pleased, your target did say he wanted out. l have another job for you meet me at the usual place 4 pm." The call ends and shooter heads to the stairs leading to the roof of the tower.