Canned peaches of course. It is a damn apocalypse here.
Who in its right mind sings loud in an empty mall? I warned her. Be silent. Don’t make unnecessary sounds. And what she does?
Sings with canned peaches. About peaches.
Then she reached the high note. Soon after glass broke. Bullet went straight through her. A single shot, and silence again.
I told her not to make noise. I told her.
It is my fault for not correcting her before. She learns better when under the stress. That way she understands what I want from her.
A reasoning. An acceptance.
My mistake I can’t correct now. She was love of my life. My sunshine in this grey world. How can I continue to live?
“Alright. Don’t shoot. I’m coming out.”