THE
SILENT VOICE
Tor's
Quik Kash was just about the most seedy pawnshop on Warroff
Street. When Omar Steele walked into the place he really had
no intentions of buying anything there. He was low on cash
and just wanted to kill some time till the movie theater down the
street open. The first show of the day was only a dollar ninety nine.
He
was walking pass the glass showcase of knives when he first
heard it. It was a voice like that of a young woman. Sweet and low
the voice called out his name. It startle him. Mainly because women
rarely spoke to him.
The
last one to speak to him only wanted to inform him that she would
call the police if he did not leave her alone.
Omar
looked around but could not see any women in the seedy shop.
The only other person there was the pawnbroker who was
reading the race form at his desk. It had been a slow day for him and
he was bored.
He
did not bother to get up when Omar walked in because Omar looked like
a broke waste of time to the broker.
Omar
then heard the voice again. He looked into the showcase of
knives. The sweet voice was coming from the glass case. Among
the knives in the case was a unique dagger.
It
was eight inches long and it had a fancy carved whalebone handle. The
voice seem to be coming from the dagger. Omar found that strange. He
could not recall ever hearing a knife speak to him.
"Omar."
It silently said to him. "Buy me. Take me home with
you."
Omar
stared at the strange dagger for the next five minutes. To him it
seem like a thing of beauty. He paid the pawnbroker twenty
dollars and took the dagger home with him.
The
pawnbroker was glad to see Omar leave. He did not like the looks of
him. He looked too odd with his staring into the display case
and mumbling to himself.
Later
that night in Omar's shabby apartment the dagger talked to
him once again. Omar had been waiting for over three hours for it to
speak to him once again.
"Take
me out Omar. Put me in your pocket and we will go out for a
walk."
That
is what it told him. He did what it asked him.
Together
they walked out into the night.
They
walked for quite awhile. Back and fore around the block they
aimlessly wondered. It was becoming late. Normally steele did
not like walking alone at night. But with the dagger in his pocket he
did not feel alone. At three in the morning there was few other
people out on Warroff Street.
The
only other person walking along that block where Omar was
walking on was Mary Gibson. She was a cocktail waitress. She
was walking home alone from work. Weighted down by bill that
her ex husband left behind she was unable to afford a car of
any sort.
No
one in the surrounding buildings could hear the dagger calling
out to Omar. Urging him on as he stabbed the woman. But everyone
could hear the screams of the dying waitress.
The
police were at Omar's door. They were calling for him to give
himself up.
They
knew it was him.
People
looking out their windows saw him do it. Many people knew Omar by
sight. They told the police where he could be found.
"What
can I do?" Omar cried out to his bloodstain dagger.
It
said nothing to him. It was silent.
"Tell
me please...What can I do?" Omar was crying now.
"Use
me." Said the dagger. "Kill yourself and they can
never arrest you."
When
the police forced open the door to Omar's apartment they found
him dead in a pool of his own blood.
The
dagger was in his still warm hand.
THE
END.
Copyright
2015 By Teel.