Fear's Face of Death
She picked him from the line up
Nothing special, but had that look
He turned and winked at the window
She hoped that he was the crook
Bail had gotten him his freedom
She read in the papers that day
Then a loud knock on her door
Scared her in an unnerving way
She walked quietly to the door
Listened at the other side
Thought to turn around and run
And find a place to hide
She ran out from the backdoor
Then fell, thud, upon the ground
It was then she had turned to look
Because of an unknown sound
She looked into the face of death
Or rather she thought she had
But, in fact it was not really
It was not all that bad
A little girl was standing
And offered her a hand
Then asked of her smiling,
“Buy some cookies, ma’am?”
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