˙˙00˙ ˙00˙01˙03˙01A Life for a Fine˙00 ˙ ˙ ˙03˙02ERAMULF / FURNITURE ˙02˙01˙01˙00˙˙01 ˙Ron walked in to the post office feeling a bit tired. In his hand, he held the fine he had got yesterday for a faulty parking. There had been no 'NO PARKING' signs, but that had obviously nothing to do with the whole thing. He just loved bureaucracy. He took position last in the short queue. It was a small room and the only persons, except himself, were the old lady behind the desk, a young woman first in the queue and a middle-aged man between the woman and Ron. When the young woman was finished, she turned around and went to a table to fill in some papers. Ron payed attention to how beautiful she was. She had blond hair down to her shoulders, smooth beautiful skin and a perfect body. "˙02I want to do a withdrawal˙01", the man in front of Ron said and passed over a note to the cashier. The old lady's eyes suddenly looked terrified. The man turned around, waving a gun. "˙02Down on the floor!˙01", he shouted, and Ron and the woman quickly threw themselves to the floor. An alarm bell started to ring, and with a curse the strong man ordered the lady to hurry up. Notes were passed from the cash register to the man's bag. When the last note was removed and the zipper had closed the bag, police cars with flashing lights and crying sirens stopped outside the office. Ron could see how the cops made a barricade of the cars and stood behind them with pulled guns. "˙02Come out with your hands over your head!˙01", one of the cops yelled in a loud voice. Ron saw them moving behind the faded windows. "˙02You!˙01" said the robber and pointed at Ron. "˙02Walk out to them!˙01" Ron slowly got up, and the man pushed him to the door. Before Ron could react, a hood was pulled over his head and he was pushed out through the door. The first bullet broke the window, and just before a 9 mm. bullet exploded into Ron's chest, he could hear how the young woman screamed inside the office. "˙02I think I'll invite her for dinner tonight˙01" Ron thought and dropped dead, pierced by 23 bullets by justice itself. ˙01