this morning #429.

this morning, the call was coming from inside the house. when he first heard it, he panicked, knowing there was nowhere to run to. nowhere to hide. the best he could do was shelter in place & pray for survival, search for something to fight back with if it came to that. he shut his eyes but the calls just kept coming. from their frequency, it was clear that lives were on the line. he would eventually have to make a move, stand up & confront the coming conflict. someone might get hurt or worse. that someone would likely be him. cowardice was for cowards though, so he stubbed out his cigar, got up off the ground & found the courage for the words “coming, dear.”