A friend of mine and lovely writer has started a website. The Writers Jar is a place to get inspiration, share inspiration and write! I’m posting an excerpt of the short piece I wrote for her, check out her page for more.
I was virtually invisible to the marching waves of feet that passed by just inches from my knuckles; buried in pungent dirt. Those feet had long since stopped but still I remained hidden. The waiting was hard.
Cold air stung my cheeks and pinched my nose. Through a sliver of space between dirt and concrete I counted seven dark mounds discarded across the lawn. I watched for any sign of movement but they lay there like stones tossed to the ground in a children’s game. Whoever they had been, their names were long since forgotten. The wind whipped across the driveway and carried with it a familiar high pitched noise. Air froze in my lungs as if all the cold wind in the world had gathered in one big sigh and settled there.
My eyes squinted. In the early evening dusk I could make out a strong beam of headlights bouncing down Jackson Heights Drive and turn in towards me. My heart was a leaden thing; heavy and unfeeling. Still, when the roaring pickup screeched into the yard spitting gravel and raining bullets into the dark mounds that dotted the lawn, a quiet tremble took up in my hands.
“Whoo boy, did you see that? I plugged her straight ‘tween the eyes.”
“That weren’t you-”
“Cut the engine!”
Men’s voices shouted over the noise of the engine until it stopped with a sputter. Two pairs of black and camo boots jumped from the bed of the truck and rattled up the stairs into the building. I felt the vibration of their steps and scurried to where I could see better, a shoulder sized hole in the concrete.
There was a chaos above me. Shouting, swearing and shooting. A body tumbled down the stairs and biffed into the dirt not far from me. Some man. His eyes blinked and blinked. I held my breath.