Suffer Little
Children To Come Unto Me
“Tie balloons to
the fence outside your window.” he said. “That’ll attract kids. Get the kids
and adults always follow.”
In the cold, unflinching
light, shrill voices herald tiny running feet.
My chest pounds but
I force deep calming breaths.
Sad salty sobs
refresh my lost family’s memory.
Raising the
rifle, I centre the crosshairs.
@nickjohns999
This was written in response to Rebecca Treadway's photo prompt for 55 Word Challenge over at Jezri's Nightmares
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