The Soulless Eyes Stared At Him

Thoughts just ran through his mind and they were actually tripping one over the other. Somewhere along the way, he made a wrong turn. He stood between a liquor store and a rundown tenement. And that’s when he actually realized that he was at the entrance of an alley lined with garbage cans, smelling of rotten food.

He got this odd feeling when he sensed that someone was walking behind him. He was about to turn around when the stranger prodded him deeper into the alley. He was a father of five and a very good husband. He didn’t want to make a fatal mistake so he did everything that he was told to do.

The stranger was at his back now. "Turn around slowly."

Even before he complied, he could feel a gun against his back. The images of all his children kept flashing before his eyes.

The stranger’s soulless eyes stared at him with a hint of desperation. " Your wallet, man."

Death, he thought. Though his fingers trembled, his mind felt calm, almost peaceful. The images of his family kept him in a different state of mind. Slowly he reached for the inside pocket of his jacket and removed his wallet. He watched the stranger’s eyes and heard a whisper in his head. Take your time, man. You’re already dead. But that was just the opposite of what the stranger had actually said.

"Hurry up man if you want to live,"the stranger growled nervously. "I ain’t got all day."

He gave the wallet to the stranger. The stranger grabbed it and shove it into his front pocket. And when he did that he found the handle of a knife there. With a flick of the wrist the stranger turned the point of the knife to the man’s throat.

"I’m a father, I have a family," he said in a calm whisper.

"Kill or be killed," said the stranger.

"You got my wallet," he said as his eyes were widening in fear.

The stranger jammed the knife into his throat. The images of his children just clattered onto the sidewalk. The man crumpled, falling onto his side. The stranger stepped back, staring for a moment. He then wiped the knife on the sole of his shoe, put it into his pocket, and shoved the gun into the back part of his belt.

He opened the wallet and a photo of the man’s family was staring right at him. He took the photo out and crumbled it and tossed it into a garbage can. He then removed twelve dollars and two bus tokens from the wallet and cursed.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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Marlin 55 5 years ago from USA

Good job Frank. It is very suspenseful.

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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

Thanks Marlin I forgot about this piece

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