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Devil Incarnate

He ordered
the finest whisky
as he sat at the bar
and buried his head
The time had come
It would be a long night
Looming
He considered in dread
 
His clothes were ill fitting
They had seen better days
He looked disheveled 
he knew, but couldn’t care
His thoughts on his purpose
As he nursed his drink
Focused
Avoiding the glare
 
Nine fifteen, his mark entered
the noisy bar
Full of swagger
and arrogance
He knew it was him
There was no question
Relaxed
He ignored the dissonance
 
Finding a seam in the throng
he worked his way through
Sliding onto the bench
next to his target
Pressing a gun
into the man’s side
he fired
Killing the devil incarnate
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
In response to Jim Adams Prompt of “I Shot the Sheriff”
 On Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Finest

Seam

Bench
 
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