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A night after work,
David leaves walking,
seeing no one outside,
and hears no one talking.

He heads up the street,
and passes an old store,
then moves on to the alley,
just up a little more.

After reaching the entrance,
he sees a man there,
and a woman laying before him
with long red hair.

The man turns around,
dangling a knife,
then David starts running,
fearing for his life.

While racing away,
trembling in fear,
he hears footsteps of the killer
gaining in the rear.


He has nowhere to run,
no time to hide,
groaning in exhaustion
with pain in his side.

While approaching from behind,
the murderer yells,
" You can't get away!
I'll kill you as well! "

The man yanks David
by the back of the shirt,
pushes him to a stumble,
forcing him to the dirt.

David looks up,
begging for his life,
eyeing a mad killer
standing over him with a knife.

" It's your time to die! "
the savage yells,
“ I’ve got to make sure
that no one tells. “

" You can't run now! "
the stranger adds with a moan,
then kneels down slowly
with an angry groan.

David begins shivering
as the knife touches his throat,
in a daze staring the killer
in a long black coat.

He looks to his left,
and sees a plank at his side,
nearly three feet long
and five inches wide.

He grabs the wooden board
as the killer snatches his shirt,
easing it closer,
grading the dirt.

The man brushes the knife
across David's face,
threatening to kill him
without leaving a trace.

" Sweet dreams. " the killer whispers,
with a short evil grin,
pressing the blade
on David’s throat again.

David strikes him on the head
with the dry piece of wood,
splattering it to pieces,
swinging hard as he could.

The devastating blow
forces the savage to the ground,
puts his face to the pavement,
laying still without a sound.

David gets up,
dropping a wood piece from his hand,
staring the killer's body,
in a motionless stand.

He also sees blood
coming from the man's throat,
and stares the blade pierced
through the collar of the man’s coat.

David looks around,
but there was no one in sight.
For some mysterious reason,
there’s no traffic out tonight.

" Should I call the police? "
he utters with a sigh.
He thinks for a moment,
then asks himself why.

He wants to tell someone.
But what will he say?
Will they believe his innocence?
Or will he be locked away?

Copyright 2007 INSIGHTS by R. A. Jones
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