The Matter

The  Matter 

He looked at the body lying inert at his feet. His heartbeat was slow, strangely slow. He didn't expect that. He felt like kicking at its face, but his mind told him no. It was time to engage reason. Be disciplined. Be cool. Silence. Like before. No advance warning. Don't be a fool. He remembered his Mom had told him, "Son, you've got a brain. Use it. Say as little as you can. Don't try to impress anybody. You're insecure or something? Speak only when you're spoken to. Conserve your breath. Keep your ears open and your mind uncluttered.. Don't let people know what you think. Act. Don't threaten. Don't be too quick to get angry. Keep a cool head and warm feet."

He walked back to his car. He didn't bother to look back at the body. What was done, was done. It was time to move on. He drove out of the park, turned right, and two minutes got into a feeder lane to I-15 N, back to Vegas.