“Escape The glare of the road”

by Robert Cummings

The sandy stretch of yard

No water

So close

"Don't try to run now

Cause I'll shoot you down"

The scoundrels turns and tilts the pistol up and shoots once over their head

He squats and gazes at the girls

One shrieks

The two younger girls duck naked in shadow

"Can you believe this?"

Same old story