Misunderstanding Maybe?
“Were going to blow him up!” a man shouted in a small crowded room
A women turned from the window “what? blow him up? I thought we were just going to write a complaint?”
“No no no, blow him sky high” The man yelled and the rest nodded.
“all the way to the moon” one said
“To mars” a small girl yelled
The lady nodded with the group. “So Mr.Dem, we blow him up” they all nodded again “then what?”
“Take his money or something, look it doesn’t matter. He was the one who ran into my bike, he is the one that needs to be exploded”
“blown up”
“percisly”
“And where does Mr.Dem live?” The women asked.
“1450 West Tilman street” the man answered confidently.
“You sure?” she questioned. He had been wrong about things before.
“Of course I am sure, Why don’t we just go over and check how he is doing then” The group nodded along and the women shrugged. The group put on their coats and hats and marched out of the tiny room, through the apartment and out into the wintery night.
They walked a bit, around a corner or two and arrived at the stoop of fancy brown stone. The women stepped up and knocked.
“What are we going to say?” a person in the back said
“What if he recognizes us” another piped
The women shushed them and the door opened.
“Hello” a man with a monocle and mustache said. He was dressed in a warm thick robe of red and gold.
“Hello, Mr Dem, we just wanted to make sure that you didn’t need any chimneys swept or stoops cleaned” she said
The man gave hearty laugh “Close, but Mr.Dems lives over there” He pointed to the house next door “1451 West Tilman” he emphasized the one in the address.
“Oh” The women laughed and turned a bit to glare at the man and bunch behind her “Sorry sir, we will move along then, sorry to disturb you”
The man waved and shut his door. His booming laugh continued from behind the thick wood.
The women stomped down the steps “We almost blew up the wrong
house” She exclaimed in a whisper.
“I-uh - I swear it wa”
“shut it, cmon” She stomped down the street to the next house. It looked just like the one before, but it’s door was cast-iron. She knocked.
The door opened and a man with a long white beard stepped out. He was dressed in high class clothes and even a top hat adorned his head. He took one look at the group and let out a gasp.
“Sir” Mr.Dems stepped down past the women and to the man “I tried to find you gentlemen, your bike, I destroyed it” The man opened his mouth “I was so shocked at the damage I was a bit taken back, I saw you, but you sprinted off, here, one moment” The man waded through the group and back into his house.
“You ran?” The women cranked her head at the man. “I thought you said he chased you away” Mr.Dems reappeared and she brought her smile back.
“Here you go lad” Mr.Dems slapped a large stack of money into the mans hand “Look, I would like to talk more, but I have been hearing some disturbing things from my back yard”
“Oh, what things?” The man stumbled to say, his eyes fixed on the money in his hand”
“Well, these cretins back there are talking about blowing me up” Mr.Dems gave a laugh “Could you see that?”
The whole group of people laughed nervously with Mr.Dems.
“Uh, I think it might be a joke or something” The women stepped to Mr.Dems “Like an expression, you seem like a fine man”
Mr.Dems scrunched up his face “Maybe, but- “
“You know what” The women lit up “How about we go talk to them, you helped us out tonight, let us return the favor”
“Well it was more me paying the lad back for his bike, I don’t know”
“No trouble at all, please, let us help you out, we know some of the folks over there, we can smooth it out for you” She said
Mr.Dems smiled and shrugged “Alright, If you know them, thank you. Again, sorry for the bike lad, that should cover it and more. Good night to you” He waved and returned to his house. The group waved and as the door shut all eyes went to the man.
“Well, you know it was all fuzzy” he said
“Come on, let’s get back” They wrapped the corner and another. They all went in and back into the small room. The women looked at the back window. It was wide open and beyond it was Mr.Dems back yard. She rolled her eyes and closed it.
We almost blew up the wrong guy.
Inspiration for this came from the thought of a bunch of people talking nonesense. Making light of blowing someone up and that the whole story is totally oddball. I could hear the dialouge in my head and it sounded sort of funny. One women of reason among a bunch of people that just went with things.
Happy 2022 Everyone!