You snuck across my yard like a trained mercenary. Dressed in a black getup without so much as a pebble misplaced under your shoe or a crinkled leaf to make a sound. Had the lay of the land within seconds too I bet. Took down a man who outweighs you by fifty pounds as if you done it before. You hardly flinched when I set my gun on you. Now you’re sittin’ there all hunched around yourself like a rabbit in the grass. Definitely runnin’ I just hope it’s not from the law.

Author: Jocelyn Adams