Wedges

 

Wedges

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he was slicing wedges
prepping for the night crew
when the stranger entered
walked quietly to the bar

it happened fast
no one saw him draw
the shot traumatized the patrons
no one saw his face

he vanished into the evening
before anyone comprehended
the frail thread of life
severed in a heartbeat

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rob kistner © 3/1/11

…written for Magpie Tales

17 thoughts on “Wedges”

  1. Wow! Interesting take on the photo .. wedges, I’ve sliced many of these. Scotch over ice with a wedge of lemon … not sure it’s worth losing my life though.

  2. Loved the darkness of this piece, and noir it was, giving us the chill of recognition, how tentative is
    our lives, our luck, our loves.
    Your blog has a terrific jazzy feel to it, like hanging out at the bar on PETER GUNN.

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