“The Bank Robber”
The robber came in dressed in black,
No distinguishing marks other than his sack,
He carried a gun & wore a mask,
Nothing else scared me quite as fast.
He leapt over the counter with the ease of a gazelle,
And started to rifle open the drawers where the money was held,
Fearing for our lives, we lay crying and
shaking on the floor.
Then with amazing speed, he made his escape & sprinted towards the door,
I got up the gumption to stand and call,
911, I dialed & to my disbelief,
Got thru the first time and got connected,
Much to my thankful relief!
(ed)
O, my--intense and compelling read
liked the line about calling 9-1-1...brought a flash memory to mind...my gramma once said, when dad told her he was calling 9-1-1, because her leg was turning black (due to a sudden blood clot), "you don't know the number" *smiles*
great write, ed--keep writing!
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)
Blessings,
Libby