A small part of the day for Charlie
Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 7:08 am
Charlie was still griping to the image in front of him, avoiding his eyes to make contact with the mess he had just swam out of. Its heavyness was still pulling at his eyes, so he opened them more and fixed them desperately over some random point of the screen. He had already been for fifteen minutes in the dark room the film club used to borrow, getting an overdose of dark screens and flashes. They were watching some of the movies the members had done in their last proyect. After a while he had only managed to make a terrible mixture between his memories and the scenes that had been hypnotizing him for some time now, so he lowered his head.
Well, its wasn't exactly an initiation ritual, you've really been inclining towards that possition for a while now...in your silly ways, of course. Of course. A sudden fear swept over his head, ticking his nerves. The idea of imagining himself more deeply involved in a matter like that tore his head open. Might've as well taken a gun from a victimn who was protecting himself with it.
Of course he hadn't done that, but think of the possibilities. He had secretly acknowledged their usefulness a while ago, so why had he been so stupid as to pretend he had considered that less important? Think again of the possibilities... Plenty of abuse can come from guns, but a handful of people has manged to survive because of them.
He had chosen to pay more attention to the slim chances, the narrow escapes, they were far more important, and as long as some control was present-well, after all, a gun in the right hands can off a gun in the wrong ones.
"One case is enough" he repeated- solid enough, as hard as it could get![/i] he added, though this time he didn't dare to say it.
"Damn" He couldn't think of any other reaction, but he had to say something to express his outrage with himself.
He hoped he hadn't appeared to be too firm about the opinion he had publicly revealed... Next moment he was coping again with the rush of images that were pounding on his eyes and heart, unable to thik about something.
Well, its wasn't exactly an initiation ritual, you've really been inclining towards that possition for a while now...in your silly ways, of course. Of course. A sudden fear swept over his head, ticking his nerves. The idea of imagining himself more deeply involved in a matter like that tore his head open. Might've as well taken a gun from a victimn who was protecting himself with it.
Of course he hadn't done that, but think of the possibilities. He had secretly acknowledged their usefulness a while ago, so why had he been so stupid as to pretend he had considered that less important? Think again of the possibilities... Plenty of abuse can come from guns, but a handful of people has manged to survive because of them.
He had chosen to pay more attention to the slim chances, the narrow escapes, they were far more important, and as long as some control was present-well, after all, a gun in the right hands can off a gun in the wrong ones.
"One case is enough" he repeated- solid enough, as hard as it could get![/i] he added, though this time he didn't dare to say it.
"Damn" He couldn't think of any other reaction, but he had to say something to express his outrage with himself.
He hoped he hadn't appeared to be too firm about the opinion he had publicly revealed... Next moment he was coping again with the rush of images that were pounding on his eyes and heart, unable to thik about something.