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Flight to Freedom Lest Accused

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Flight to Freedom Lest Accused

At first it appeared nothing was wrong,
But then one cartridge could be seen on the floor
Then more bullets were found scattered nearby
A horde of bullets in a wooden box shacked to the floor.

Through the door you could see a wizened foot,
A body beneath a dirty bloody bullet riddled blanket in the other room.
It was easy to elicit that this was a murder scene, brutal and stark!
Undeniably mordacious was the sign on the wall:
Welcome to 'Home Sweet Home'.

To loiter any longer at the scene was dangerous for me.
Perhaps the killer was hiding nearby?
Perhaps someone would see me there at the scene of the crime?
Perhaps I would be accused of the crime, if I reported it?

So I quickly looked to see if I had left any trace of me at the scene.
I looked around to see if any one was watching.
The 'coast was clear' and so I quietly and hastily got the hell out of there.
A trifle risky to flee the crime scene, 
But it's done and dusted, my fate is sealed, I hope that my flight begets no regrets.

23 March 2017
For the 'Eight Word Challenge' - John Hamilton

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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