Saturday, February 25, 2012

"Two Taps" by: MHD

Two taps and bodies fall, flicked over by a bored, invisible god. A crowded Chinatown street at mid-day. Bullets shouldn't fly here but they do. Tires squeal like schoolkids as a gun-filled sedan disappears behind a bus. Heads turn as shots echo, delayed reactions out of self-absorbed lives. Two men are dead and there are no witnesses.

Death hides in plain sight, as usual, ignored.

Originally posted on October 18, 2006 on Myspace.

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