Okay, a quick note. I was watching Godfather, and fell in love with it. (Yea, I know, where have I been??) I never finish the novel, and now i'm dying to. It really made me wanna blew the Straccis, get rid of the Cuneos, fuck the Tattaglias, and show the Barzinis what hell'd be like!
So after the movie, I decided that I MUST make something out of it, anything, artworks, photos, etc. And I decided to make a short story. I'm sorry if it too cheesy, or for the bad grammars.
But please, do read them till the end :) thank you.
It was almost dawn.
A man stood on the brink of the roads.
An auburn overcoat with huge lapels, white shirt--collar tucked in--and dark brown hat.
But it was the tie, red blood, that identified. Intimidating and almost ridiculously dangerous.
The man stood still, waiting for the night clouds.
7 p.m. and the street lights were up.
From the other corner came another red tie.
The scent of La Forza--the cigarettes--streamed across the sidewalk.
"Buona sera", the cigarette man greeted.
"Evening", the auburn coat replied.
"Come sta?"
"Bene, bene grazie. And you?"
"Bene grazie"
And then silence as both red ties stood quietly, veiled with tobacco smoke.
For the commoners, it may had been just two middle aged man gazing the dimmed street.
But little as we knows, both man were surveying the streets, examining the utmost possibility of eavesdropers.
And when they were sure that the street were safe, the conversation continued.
"It'll be a though night huh?", the auburn coat started.
"Si, si certo"
"So listen, there's been a slight change on the mission."
"Huh? Really? The
consigliere didn't say anything."
"Yeah, it was recently changed"
"Huh?"
"And actually, you don't need to know"
And second later, the gun was drew, and the loud noise teared off the bliss of the night sky.
Blood was shed right from the head, and there was the cigarettes man, with his shocked face--the very last facial expression he was able to show--lied liveless.
The auburn coat threw the gun into the puddle of blood. And then again, he waits. Waiting for the night clouds.
Utter silence.
Moments later, a 1940 Cadillac Fleetwood appeared from the corner.
It approached the auburn coat slowly, as the man himself just stood there quietly.
The window opened a little. A shade of grown up man lurking behind. Another red tie.
"Did you taken care of him?", said the sound behind the glass.
"As you can see", replied the auburn coat.
"Good kid. Now I've finally seen your proof of loyalty to me".
"Yeah, you made me an offer I can't refuse".
"Si, si. But, you see kid, in our family, there were no amnesty for betrayer."
"Wha-what do you mean?"
"Probably by now you've realized that it was all just a set up.
Then came a second of silence--once again--before the final word.
"Good bye kid, you did well."
And the noise of the second shot that night aches through the empty street.
The cadillac slowly moved toward the night street.
As silence approached again, both red tie now lied inanimate on the sidewalk.
The street light tinged with the color of the tie, now as red as the crimson blood.
It gave a blissful--even almost beautiful--scenery of that night, that cloudless night.
THE END
