Killer Drill
Hollywood Melanie Griffith
Originally uploaded by Bharat ObserverI was standing outside the cinema's ticket booth when Melanie Griffith approached. She wore large sunglasses. I came over to say hello and she said:
'You know what that columnist from The Sun said about me being a fan of neenaw?'
'Yeah. Is it true?' I asked.
'Yes.'
I was meeting Neenaw anyway so when she showed up, I gently stirred her towards Melanie and introduced them. There was a bit of awkwardness at first, followed by a quick kiss to the lips. When Melanie left I said to Neenaw:
'I can't believe you just snogged Melanie Griffith!' There I was again, exaggerating a little kiss. Neenaw had her rollerblades on; she skated down the road and disappeared into the horizon.
I was sharing a flat at the time with three other people: a young guy bound to a wheelchair and two girls (one of which looked like Beyonce.) It was a brand new flat with large rooms and wooden floors. During one of our trips out of the flat, we left our wheel-chair bound friend alone and he got murdered by a psycho with a drill who was hiding underneath our floorboards. The builder in charge of fixing the kitchen found some of his blood on the chopping counter, but the body was never retrieved.
I always wondered about the floorboards in that particular part of the flat. I could hear someone underneath it unscrew them and slide out when nobody was around - a large, hairy man in jeans overalls who claimed that we had stolen real estate from him. He came for the girls afterwards with his killer drill. When he murdered the blond one in our garden while disinterested joggers went by, Beyonce lookalike had already moved out.