I’d Kill a Man

By Maya Petzoldt, TIWP Student

“What would ya’ do for a Klondike bar?”

The little girl swings back and forth, back and forth. Her red pigtails move on their own tandem, like they are their own swing set, but the little care seems to care very little. A theme, you will no doubt begin to recognise. But again, with little care, she wings back and forth even as dust gathers on her sky blue tutu and pale pink t-shirt. She cares very little as blood splatters on her shoes, and a man falls to her feet with a hole between his eyes.
She seems to care very little for the bodies, of varying degrees of maiming and carnage, fall around her swing set and saturate the ground with blood redder than rubies. She cares very little as one man stands above the macabre scene. The one man cocks his gun, all the while the little girl repeats the same phrase-

“What would ya’ do for a Klondike bar?”

Remember the theme? The little girl cares very little as the lone man stalks towards her, and raises his gun.

“Quiet little girl.”

But she doesn’t grow quiet, she only keeps repeating the phrase. The man grows angry, but the little girl cares very little for him. She swings at the same pace while the one man screams obscenities at her, until he finally utters one, crucial phrase. Time to break the theme.

“Oh for god’s sake- if that’s all your gonna say! What would you do for a Klondike bar?”
The little girl stops swinging, and the swing set slows to a stop. The one man presses the barrel of the gun against her forehead, and the little girl looks up. She stares into the man’s eye with glistening orbs that care very much. She responds with a quiet voice, but it lands with a promise, and a threat.

“I’d kill a man.”

A body hits the floor.

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