I am writing a series of short stories and this is one of them.
Every night, when I say my prayers, I stare blankly out the window. I see apartments, skyscrapers, and a lamppost that never seems to be on. Though tonight was different; the light in the post was on, but I hadn't the slightest clue why. Downstairs, the switch is on the off half of the plate, but the light is still on. My feet walk on the damp grass as I make my way to the lamp post. Tonight was really dark and I couldn't totally see where I was going, but I knew my way around pretty well. As I reached the lamppost, I tried to find the switch to turn it off. I tried pushing it, tapping it, heck I even tried kicking it, but it wouldn't turn off! Cars drive by and I hear horns, whistles, and then suddenly almost a breathing sound. Once I've convinced myself that I am being ridiculous, I hear it again; and again, and again. A shadow appears from the building across the street and a man walks out. He's walking straight toward me, yet still looking the other direction. His pockets look like there is a mirror or a bell in them, but it was neither. It was a gun. My mouth begins to scream as he turns around and…BANG.
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