The Kid

His hat pulled over the baby blues A squint a stare as he slowly headed down a street that had never known violence with a pistol on either hip drawing the attention of each passerby but never meeting their gaze as he trod with a purpose toward a destination that had his arrival timed for high noon while his heart beat fast as he saw the hands of the town clock reaching for the sky sending the message that it might be too late when a voice stopped him in his tracks saying Tommy, where have you been. It's time for lunch.