MONOLOGUE

07/05/2014 08:37

It's was an amazing sunny day. There were, non clients, in the barber shop, I was sitting on my old chair, laying on the back of it. I was sharpening the razor. It moved fast from side to side of the strop, making the sound of friction, metal on metal.
  Suddenly the bell rang and the door opened, I looked at the door, to see who came in.
My eyes widened and eyebrow rised up, when beside the door I saw him. The person who didn't give the rebels, like me, a chance to live. Without saying a word, he took off the bullet-studded belt that his gun holster dangled from. He hung it on a walk hook and placed his military cap over it. I tried not to get nervous, I contineud sharpening the razor. I tested it on the meat of my thumb, and then held it up to the light. It was sharp and shine, like the weapon of death. It possably could cut the throat of this man. He stopped me on my throughts, and said, a little rough and in stern voice, with a slight steer, "It's hot as hell. Give me a shave." He set on the chair and waited patiently. I stood up and prepared everything, I need.
 I began to stir the soap with the brush, puting the lather on his face, he started the conversation. He talk about different terrible crimes he saw, I agreed with him and asked some questions of my own, our conversation was unimportant than my wishes, my thoughts to cut his throat, so that he chocked on his own blood.
 My thoughts were so ominous that I began to think about the consequences, where am I going to hide his body? The main question which was bothering me. I couldn't decide on a sinister crime. I lacked the courage and bravery, I might never wash the blood from my hands. Time for reflection is almost over, the work came close to an end. I wipped his face and beard, with a towel. Putting the money on the table, he stood up and slowly walked towards the door,and he paused before the exit.
 While he was dressing, I was still thinking this is my last chance to run up and stab him with the razor.
 Before leaving the barber shop he said in the same tone, "They told me that you'd kill me. I came to find out. But killing isn't easy. You can take my word for it." And he headed on down the street. After that I have never seen him again.

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