It was very late and everyone had left the cafe except Hemingway who sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light. In the day time the street was dusty, but at night the dew settled the dust and he liked to sit late polishing his shotgun. Two of his friends inside the cafe knew that he was a little drunk, they knew that if he became too drunk he might cause a scene, so they kept watch on him.
"Last night he tried to commit suicide," QuickSync said.
"Why?"
"Sylvia, and probably Joyce."
"Guilt?" XerxesPraelor raised an eyebrow.
"I think so."
They went over to the table where the rest of their friends sat, keeping watch on Hemingway.
"He'll stay all night." Silverspawn looked up from the ponies he was doodling is his writing notebook, "I'm sleepy now. I never get into bed before three o'clock. He should have killed himself last night."
"You think maybe he did Scott?" Ghacob eyed the shotgun significantly.
"Well, we can't sit around all night wondering about it. Guns and alcoholism don't mix, best not to take our chances." Axxle flagged down a passing police officer, who with a little persuasion, hauled Hemingway off to prison.
faust has been lynched. He was Ernest Hemingway, the Vigilante.
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