The Hunt
I staggered along the road praying you would come to rescue me
Dried blood surrounded the wound in my skull
and a silver machete was lodged deep in my shoulder.
I’d tried ringing your mobile but it rang and rang
I fell to the floor and began crawling along the sidewalk
Passers-by ignored me, no one would stop to help
Some even crossed the road so our paths wouldn’t meet
A dark blue car pulled up beside me
Someone was calling my name
Dad.... dad is that you I cried ... you had managed to track me down
You leapt out of the car and helped me to my feet
Handed me fresh pair of shoes to replace my broken high heels....
Now I could rejoin my friends at the Halloween fancy dress party!
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Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2016
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