The man slowly backs into the alley. A knife in his hand and my wife in his grasp.
He demanded things I couldn't get him.
I didn't want to kill hundreds of people.
Neither did I want to tell him everything I knew. I couldn't, a slip of the tongue equates to a life sentence.
I didn't have anything to fight him. I left everything at home.
He was tired of waiting.
A snippet, and a fountain of red. He ran off into the darkness. I tried to save her.
I really did.
The medics didn't get there in time. Damn taxpayer dollars don't do shit.
That night, I submitted a rosy dress to the police department.
If only it stayed that beautiful shade of silver the whole night.
