THE HANNAROSE DIARIES

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Ande Bliss

Ande Bliss
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Essays, poetry, opinion and short stories. Free lance on line and in print. Favorite quote: "In life we all have an unspeakable secret, and irreversible regret, an unreachable dream, and an unforgettable love.” ― Diego Marchi Personal Website: AnneWrites.com

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FEBRUARY 18, 2012 9:14AM

STOP OR I'LL SHOOT

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“Stop or I’ll Shoot.”  It was in all of the papers. Made the headlines in the SHORE TIMES.  Even saw it on the news channel from Boston.  Oh, yeah, our town was famous for a short time in July of 1965. We had reporters asking everyone about Toby. They all came down to the beach with TV cameras. There were cables everywhere like hundreds of snakes all over the ground.

I told one reporter that Toby was my best friend, but he was also a little crazy.

Most of the kids were hanging around the arcade, waving and jumping around behind the news people so they might get seen on TV.  Mary Beth said she was hoping a talent scout would see her because she looked like Audrey Hepburn. 

STOP OR I’LL SHOOT was Toby’s favorite game. “On account of it ain’t for sissies” he used to say. Toby acted like it was still the 50s. He dressed like James Dean and listened to Buddy Holly. He never wanted to grow up. He was fine with the way things were.

This is how the game was played. You had to draw faster than the sheriff every time the game voice called out: “Stop or I’ll Shoot.”  But there was a hitch. The machine kept track of your score. You had to sign in and after so many points, for hitting the sheriff, he got quicker. You really had to get your thumbs ready to pounce on the button before he drew his gun. 

Toby said he had the fastest thumbs at the arcade. It was a joke. You know, like the ‘fastest gun in the west’. He should have had fast thumbs! He spent every day down at the arcade trying to beat the sheriff. Spent all his money there too.

Now when Toby started to beat the sheriff all the time he said he thought he saw something weird going on. He said the sheriff was looking a lot meaner “on account of being beat”. And he could hear him making a growling noise when he put his quarter into the machine. Nobody believed him, because we couldn’t see any difference. And anyway, we all knew that Toby was weird.

He said he was gonna kill that son-of –a-bitch and he didn’t care if he broke the machine.  It was gonna be like the old western movies: High Noon or OK Corral.

Anyway, Toby kept playing. He couldn’t stop. You’d find him there playing or sweeping up every day after school.  He became some kind of assistant for Mr. Conner who owned the place. Stayed there after it closed. He even had his own key.

Didn’t surprise anyone that Toby was found dead at the arcade when Mr. Conner opened up one morning.  He was shot once right through the middle of his stupid forehead. Right in front of the stupid game. The police said it appeared as if he was there alone. No signs of a struggle or a break-in.

Like I said, it was in all the papers. There was a cartoon of Toby and the “Sheriff” in a fake shoot out and another one of Toby shooting with his thumbs, you know, like bullets coming out of them. It was really creepy.

Toby’s mom and dad said it wasn’t unusual for Toby to stay out late. And they had gone to bed early that night, so they never checked to see if he was home.

My mom would have killed me if I were not home by eleven o’clock.  The police asked me a lot of questions but I had, what they said, was an airtight alibi. Besides which, I had no beef with him.

They never found the killer or the gun that was used. And Mr. Conner got to keep the game down at the arcade, like a curiosity. It wasn’t evidence, they decided. After all, how could a game kill someone?

People started coming from all over the county to see if they could play STOP OR I’ll SHOOT, but Mr. Conner just collected a dollar a head for a peek at the thing. Some even said that maybe Conner did it for the money and the fame.

But I know better. Toby did it, by obsessing. He willed it to happen. He was so dumb. He never stopped, like the game said.

He pushed the sheriff to kill him. It was his sworn duty. That sheriff warned him, hundreds of times.  STOP OR I’LL SHOOT.

 

 

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Well, this is a little change for me. Actually it is one of the first pieces I published on the internet. "fiction ain't easy". I wrote this in answer to a call: write an short story that starts with STOP OR I'LL SHOOT.
"...by obsessing." Terrific! r.
This is great. I love short fiction, I do a little myself, but this was excellent. What a great idea!
Thank you Jon and Scanner. It is fun to take yourself "outside" and write for fun.
Glad you liked it Mary.
Thank you... gracious jane...I had fun with it too. I'll send it on to the grandkids.
This is a delightful twilight zone filled story. Much more fun to read.
rated with love
Yes, Romantic Poetess...I was in the twilight kinda mood when I wrote it. Thanks for peeking.
Original, tight and beautifully said, Ande, excellent piece. R
My goodness, Ande, I love this story! So glad you went for a change and displayed your talent in another genre.

Firstly, the narration is so pulling- I love the point of view you used. It's reminiscent of Lee (To Kill a Mockingbird). The dominating irony and the tone combine resonances of Jackson (The Lottery) or Roald Dahl (Beware of the Dog), and atmospheres from Hitchcock and Twilight Zone.
R♥++
Thanks Thoth. I'm glad you enjoyed it. It gives me a great deal of pleasure to get positive criticism. :)
Fusun, your comment is beyond what I expected. It is a critique that I will value beyond the moment. Thank you so much.
Clever, fun and creepy all together. I loved it! Glad Fusun sent me this way. R
Thanks Kosher. Cool is so appropriate. Glad you took a peek.
Hey Natalie...I so glad that Fusun sent you to my blog. Thank you for your comment. I hope you will hang around a bit.
I think FusunA may have said it best....

But, a very enjoyable story. Great narrative voice!!! Bravo :)