That Old Feeling

Bernie added, “But we’re gonna have a party right here.”

The clerk frantically tried to free himself, yelling to no one.

“Happy Anniversary Margie, Baby.”

“Happy Anniversary Lover Boy.” she wrapped her leg around her husband, like a teenager in love. They kissed passionately, then broke and faced the helpless victim. Bernie had his hammer, Marge her heavy paperweight. The clerk saw their faces change, like a bright day darkened by heavy clouds. They both smiled their terrible smiles as they stalked toward him.

That old feeling was back.

 

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