Two malicious bullets ripped through the glorious Sun one evening

The police van parked next to the hopeless crime scene.

Two officers exited; one of them grew up next door.

She had a face that projected duty; everyone was quiet.

They put on gloves, pointed and wrote notes; time hovered.

She addressed me; “The gun?”
I stuttered; shaking my head.

After writing down more notes; the officers lit the scene.

They watched it burn for a few minutes; then left.

The flame would burn for generations. Engulfing our little town.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s