Be Andy
The lights are off,
check the mailbox.
A few magazines,
letters; a bill or two.
"Knock, Knock",
no answer.
"Ring, Ring",
still nothing.
Backstep twice,
take a last look around.
Grab the porch pillars,
for leverage.
One vicious thrust;
foot connects,
beside the doorknob.
Sprint back to the car.
Windows up,
music down.
Eyes wide open,
circling the street.
Return to hear;
nothing, good.
Park in the backyard,
by the train tracks.
Enter,
through the collapsed door.
Flashing light,
into the dark.
Proceed foward,
into the hallway.
Three doors on the right,
two on the left.
Slowly;
open the first door,
to the right,
a little girl's room.
Nobody,
grab a pillow case.
Exit the room,
open the second right door.
A military man's room.
Open the closet door,
a "Sigrams" gun case.
Open the case.
A Desert Storm edition,
tan and black Glock 45.
Close the case,
place it in the pillow case.
Continue searching,
lift the bed covers.
A teal combination safe,
under the bed.
Pull the safe.
Sounds of,
a door opening emerge.
Panic insues.
Open the bedroom window,
a man's voice intrudes.
Attempt escape,
"HEY!"
Light flashes;
ears ring,
chest burns,
breath fades.
Lie dying;
a caucasian face,
appears in the window.
Begins to speak..
Light flashes;
ears ring,
hand numbs.
Silence..
Crawling back,
to the car.
Open the passanger door,
throw the pillow case in.
Attempt to stand,
fall and fail.
Hearing sirens now,
crawl on hands and knees.
Open the driver door,
enter the car.
Put the key,
in the ignition.
Red flashes;
nose pain insues,
as the airbags deploy,
absorbing the blood.
Shouting fades in,
"HANDS UP!"
Open driver door,
falling out onto ground.
Feelings of,
accomplishment fade.
A girl with no father,
a girl with no home.
Light flashes,
eyes close;
senses fail.
Black.
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