The Dream Gun
by Emil Xaro
"The Dreamgun shares Heaven with everyone"
:: The Hair Salon ::
The floor was black and white tile. A black man and a red headed white girl greeted me.
"How's it going?" said the white girl.
"It's going alright," I said. "How are you?"
"This is a hair salon," said the black man. "Do you need your hair cut, or what?"
"I'm not sure. What do you think?" I asked. .
"Yes you do, but man, I can't be cutting no white person's hair today." said the black man to the white girl.
"Sit down right here," she said, and swirled the black chair around. "I'll take good care of you."
I looked at the black chair and then pulled out the dream gun, and pointed it at the black man. "Is it alright with you if I ask you a few questions?"
"What the fuck!" the man said, putting his hands up.
I turned to the girl. "What is your name?" I asked her.
"My name is Stephanie. Don't shoot, alright." she said.
"Please don't hurt us," begged the black man.
I turned to him and fired into his chest. The red haired woman let out a scream. I quickly pointed the gun at her and shot her in the mouth while the little dog barked. The golden powder covered the mirror behind her and the black leather chair. Both slipped to the floor and drifted off into dreams.
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