Gbosheye

He sat there, watching them play silently. What he was doing was absurd, really. He had a lot of important things to do: there was a meeting by eight tomorrow morning he had to prepare for, and he had to report back to his boss on an assignment that was long due. But he couldn't help himself. So he sat there and watched. He wondered which of them he'd kill first, and with what. Sighing, he removed his phone from his pockets and began to unlock it. He'd been there for about ten minutes now, and it didn't seem like they would stop playing anytime soon. So he'd better find something more productive to do. The fact was, he had no idea what force had had him sitting down there for over ten minutes without taking action. His mind had already killed them in twenty different ways and yet his body was as calm as though it was a normal day. Whatever it was, he was grateful to God for it. Because with the way he was usually, he would have acted already. As he began...