Soap Opera (episode #2)
'Crashing The Party'
on a typical on Saturday morning
Ricardo Alvarez would be sitting in his office
on the forty-ninth floor of the Fowler skyscraper
doing what he does best as Chief Financial Officer:
figuring out new ways to hide Hudson's money
from the ever insatiable Uncle Sam
in the early morning hours
on this Saturday morning
Ricardo is sitting
behind the steering wheel
of his idling Lexus
at the end of the dark cul-de-sac
from this vantage point he could see
the two silhouettes behind the curtain
drinking coffee in the breakfast nook
he could tell from the tilt of her head
that she was smiling that smile of hers
well, today would be the end of that
he put the car in drive
and slammed the gas pedal to the floor
the Lexus reached fifty miles an hour
before it hit the curb
flew over the front lawn
and crashed through the window
to be continued...
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