Alone I wait, silent in the dark, against the closet wall. Soon he’ll return, plans all big in his head. I rub the sweat from my palm on my pants. A few more clicks of the second hand, and when the door latch turns, I’ll pick the gun back up.
Alone I wait, silent in the dark, against the closet wall. Soon he’ll return, plans all big in his head. I rub the sweat from my palm on my pants. A few more clicks of the second hand, and when the door latch turns, I’ll pick the gun back up.
Julie Kusma, Author 
Well, that’s a tidy little story.
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