10:28.
Standing, legs, arms, eyes dilate.
Mist dancing, damp clothes await.
Cigarette in two fingers, gun in pocket trousers.
Black locks in a hair net, left in for hours.
Dark uncooked meat and red wine,
10:29
Clatter from the kitchen behind.
A bang. A shout. A hint of laughter?
The voices unrecognizable, muffled hereafter.
Chest pound.
Turn around.
Smoke ring blown dirty.
10:30.
Door. Kitchen. Open
Which intruders break what’s broken?
“Stop!”
Someone is done.
Someone, run!
Someone has a gun.
10:31
