Missing

I had to do it. Go underground. Incognito.

The flics are searching for me. They want to frame me for a crime I didn’t commit. That’s how the marseille police operate.

They don’t know im here. Neither does anyone else. Except the person who harbors me. And she doesn’t know who I really am.

Cute huh?

I could tell you her name, but then I’d have to kill her. Let’s call her beth. First thing that came into my head.

Beth is young and pretty and innocent, like I used to be a few years ago. She has dark brown hair, a slim waist, round hips, a nice smile. She makes me feel good. She doesn’t realise yet that I want to take her to bed.

How long can I remain here. Well, until the dust settles, which might be a long time.

My friends are worried about me, I guess. Some of them deserted me, but a few have kept the faith. I will send them messages of gratitude. The rest can go to hell.

Tomorrow is a new dawn, as always.

What’s my name? That would be telling.