Nightwatch
My city screams like a dame who is getting her purse snatched. I grab at the rope stitching holding my arm to the stub and pull, tightening the fit. “I’ll be right with you, dollface.†I say. My voice is low and gravely, but she’s used to it.
I hop off the cold slab of a table and pull a weapon off the wall. The type that’d break any normal Joe’s arm from the recoil. It probably broke mine each time I used it, pity I can’t feel it anymore.
My city is screaming now like an alleyway full of stray cats. I need to pull these slugs out of my chest before I go and throw some lead at them and quiet them down. I dig around my chest with the forceps as if I’m looking for gold. Blood flows out of the wounds like it has better places to be. I don’t notice anymore. I replace the forceps on the counter as she gets ready for her third scream in ten minutes. She’s really needin’ attention tonight.
“I’m out the door, hold your horses.†I murmur as I open my office door. My city is cold tonight. I’m used to the cold.