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Smash and Grab

SMASH AND GRAB traffic light red car stops dead alert eyes dart surrounded by dark panic imposed she knows the fear real and near that crowbar window smash loaded weapon held to head attacked she smells his trashed ambivalence dealt her way hand of fate grabs the keys ignoring her pleas he doesn’t feel or give a damn pavement flung she lands cold with terror as all she hears are her infants tears strapped trapped in the back while…. he screeches his hate with the exhausted fumes of a child displaced (Your average day in South Africa) © Kim van Breda—21 October 2015

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Eric Boddie

Date: 10/22/2015 3:20:00 PM

these words make me weep....as they remind me of 'waist deep'....no one knows when their car will be jacked....but we all Pray that the child is not in the back....because the car can easily be replaced....but how can you substitute for the smile on the child's face....great write kim....;)

Kim Van Breda
Date: 10/25/2015 6:40:00 PM

Thanks Eric... makes me weep too. Life has become so cheap in the beautiful country of South Africa. The government is disgustingly corrupt and the population are generally falling in line with that... like dog eat dog.