Last Words
His final words were louder than the gunshot’s blast:”You’ve got the wrong—!”
Mourning News
The boy’s on my porch. Come to rob me, I know. I’m old, alone. The gun bucks in my hand. Blood spatters the newspapers in his fallen bag.
His final words were louder than the gunshot’s blast:”You’ve got the wrong—!”
The boy’s on my porch. Come to rob me, I know. I’m old, alone. The gun bucks in my hand. Blood spatters the newspapers in his fallen bag.