I hear you coming
and rush back to the kitchen,
get the dishes finished up,
and dinner places set on the table.
We all sit silently eating,
a fork is dropped,
a child shivers,
because who knows
what this minor occurance just caused.
Sigh of relief,
he's too tired to fight tonight,
so we finish eating,
the kids are bathed and put to bed
The next morning I rise,
lunches are packed,
kisses are given,
and silent prayers are answered,
he's too tired to fight this morning.
Six o'clock comes,
and there he is,
boss cracks his back,
and he cracks yours in turn.
There's the familiar
Yearning for the escape,
but his pistol has already told you
that you can't go anywhere
searching for the door, but finding it locked,
how do you make the getaway?
A contest entry
- N/A by Maybe Anastasia.
300 points, ended April 25, 2007, 16 entries
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Comments
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oh boy. I was a little confused at first but this is great. u wowed me great write. The emotion is there! thanks for the entry.
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awesome ending.. wow, good stuff! good luck in the contest...
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Wow. That's a pretty powerful piece. Good luck!
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