My First One

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It is my first time

Submitted: December 10, 2017

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Submitted: December 10, 2017



Choosing my first was the hardest.  I sat there in the shadows watching them day after day coming and going.  Who should it be I asked myself?  I wanted them to be perfect, but each one had something, a small little flaw that made me continue to look.  I was about to give up and just pick one at random when she came onto the platform.  Long brown hair pulled back into a pony tail, big green eyes and a cute little nose which turned up just the tiniest at the tip.  I knew she was the one.


I didn’t approach her the first day, that would have been rushing things.  I waited and watched, taking note of her schedule.  I soon knew her comings and goings like I knew the train schedule.I was ready, but then she did the unthinkable, she gave me money as I sat there with my cup in front of me.  I was torn, she was kind and nice, but oh so perfect.  I wanted to do it, but I held the money in my hand and hesitated.  The moment passed and I had to wait.


There is a moment when it is just perfect, the people are surging forward and the crowd is so thick that nobody is paying attention.  It is so chaotic and yet there is an order to it if you know the truth and that is what I waited for.  All it takes is a simple push and she is falling as the train approaches.  A man reaches out to save her as I fade back into the crowd.  A woman screams and a young couple stands in stunned silence.  It is over so quickly and they all stare in horror.


The police come and all are questioned, this is the most dangerous time of the whole game, but I am excited to see if I had been noticed.  A woman points saying she saw him push her, but her finger is pointed at a man in a suit not at the street kid standing on the fringes of the crowd.  The man says he tried to grab her when she stumbled and others confirm his story and I drift away with a little smile.


Such a perfect angel and I killed her with just the smallest of pushes.  I gathered my stuff and left when nobody was looking.  I would have to find a new spot to look for my next one.

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