This Tragic Affair
I Saw
I grabbed the icy handle of the door and walked into the small establishment, the blaring PING of the door alarm drowning out any other noise.
Too distracted for my own good, I headed over to my dad, standing in front of the register. I hadn't gotten far before I noticed the man standing behind him. It was only a matter of time before I saw his revolver.
I met his eyes and I instantly knew that he was as scared as I was.
The ping of the door was replaced with the sound of gunshots and the haunting sound of my father screaming. The man bolted like the coward I knew he was.
I said a prayer for everything I ever loved and settled myself on the floor. There was no pain. I didn't see my life flash before my eyes.
I saw my mother. I saw my father.
Then I saw white.
Too distracted for my own good, I headed over to my dad, standing in front of the register. I hadn't gotten far before I noticed the man standing behind him. It was only a matter of time before I saw his revolver.
I met his eyes and I instantly knew that he was as scared as I was.
The ping of the door was replaced with the sound of gunshots and the haunting sound of my father screaming. The man bolted like the coward I knew he was.
I said a prayer for everything I ever loved and settled myself on the floor. There was no pain. I didn't see my life flash before my eyes.
I saw my mother. I saw my father.
Then I saw white.