Rey watched from a distance, the wind was calm from above leaves fell down on his hood like floating paratroopers, his car was black and would match just about any other vehicles description in this precinct, save for the identification number, in the passenger rode a duffel big enough to smuggle large amounts of narcotics out of the country, he reached in and produced a set of binoculars uncovered them and peered into the distance, a park bench came into focus where a lone couple sat looking happily ever after, Rey was about to change that, from his bag he grabbed a bat like Slugger’s, little and subtle he took steps to decrease the distance between he and the couple, I should have noticed the construction just west of the playground but too late that doesn’t really matter now, Rey was closing ground, the baseball bat was round, discolored from tar Jorge Posada’s and weighed about 2 pounds, he got it from his grandpa, “my mom wants to be a grandma”, the baseball bat came down, loud yet without a sound from behind Rey pressed the wood around, two people slumped over and falling ever so more down, fuck it, the time is now, dragged them to the car, the trunk was large and spacious enough for two bodies didn’t want to get the back seats bloodied, inserted the key into the ignition like R. Kelly, it started with a thunderous roar like the muffler or exhaust system needed maintenance, no one noticed and he rode off into the sunset while the leafs collect, Billy the Kid was ambushed and shot dead, what a way to live, I drive until I find something suitable enough for two people taken too soon, he just has to, and a row of junipers comes into view off the side of the road, if I had to say… a little overgrown and he’s about to fertilize them more to grow, his door opens slowly behind a curtain of evergreen scenery as the sun set ever so gently, buried in a makeshift grave Rey had to make haste, he looked up and saw another place where children may play…