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Nelson Rivera's Night Moves On
Nelson Rivera's night moves on as his face was deathly pale, and there were deep bruised smears under his eyes from several nights without sleep and the horrors of what was going to happen. His breathing was shallow and fast with fear. He was planning to rob the 24 hour convenient store on Grassy Hill Lane, but his nerves kept him close to the walk in coolers. The soda bottles were sweating, but not as much as he was. he was planning his next move through his fear, and his gun was helpless in the ferocity of his grip.
He saw a mother with a child under her arm walking down the snack isle, but she paid no attention to him even though the gun barrel was tapping the glass on the milk section side. It was a nervous twitch that he corrected immediately.
Nelson Rivera played the robbery scene over and over in his head trying to get his frame of mind in order. The mother and her child moved slowly down the isle and then made her selection and headed for the check out.
After the door closed behind her he was going to make his move, but was distracted at that moment by the sound of the clerk's cell phone. The thoughts on his mind were streaming and fluttering caused by the fear that stained his heart.
The conversation the clerk was having had ended and it was time. Everything around him seem to spin, but he had to do it. He needed the money and there was no other way, but the robbery.
He made his move, but he did not understand what had happened, why the gun remained silent, despite all the strength of both hands on pistol grip and trigger.
The clerk at the counter just stared at him like a deer in headlights. He imaged the clerk dead. He imagined the clerk in a pool of blood, shot dead on the floor. He imagined a bag full of money and the robbery completed without a hitch. But nothing happened.
Nelson Rivera dropped the gun and ran out of the store. He crossed a quiet main road and cut over to Park Avenue, then straight toward Bassick Avenue past City Hall near hidden drive ways. A small white compact car almost hit him when he turned toward Greer Street.
He walked quickly, uneasily, suddenly not so aware of his surroundings while breathing hard he stopped. He ended up behind a chain-link fence at the edge of a long parking lot. By the time he reached the front gate, matters took an ugly turn. There was a police cruiser directly in front of him.
Nelson Rivera decided to stand tall and take the punishment he deserved. He turned slowly around and raised both hands into the air. The last moment of being a free man crossed his mind. The mysteries of prison strangled his heart. His family would be disappointed, and life would change forever. He knew this and he was willing to pay for his criminal actions.
"Hey, you," shouted the policeman. "Get the hell out, that's private property, can't you read the damn sign?"
Nelson nodded and quickly ran home.
© 2014 Frank Atanacio