Famous Lines

               The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there. Some say it may have been more dangerous, some say better. I’ll take the latter, at least after what happened. How could someone so young do something so hateful?

                The event happened as I was walking towards the convenience store where I have say and read the newspaper with my normal cup of coffee every day for the past twenty five years, and that is when I see him, a young, red headed boy with emerald green eyes, and freckles that are almost exactly identical to the auburn color of his hair covering him head to toe, an average looking young man, with a certain look of curious distain within his eyes.

                We reach the door at the same time, and to my surprise he holds it open awaiting my entrance, and I accept with a polite “Thank you.” He says nothing.

                I step through the passage expecting nothing but a hello from the store clerk Jerry and a welcoming seat at my normal spot as sort of routine when I reach my daily place of peace, when a hard thump rings through my ear, followed by a sharp pain in the back of my head, and then nothing.

                I awaken to a muffled, unfamiliar voice that escalates into a yell as I slowly come to. I must have fallen and passed out, how silly of me. Then I open my eyes, and there is red, blood? My blood and I’m lying in it. I don’t feel the pain until the light hits my blurry eyes.

I manage to look up to a shocking sight of the same boy that held the door, but this time holding a knife, and Jerry with his hands inside of the register in a panic. The boy is shouting, and demanding all of the money, and as soon as it is received, he turns to make his escape, but what is Jerry reaching for? As soon as I see it I gasp, loud enough for even the boy to hear. Jerry is holding a gun, and aims it at the boys head, but the boy is too fast, and swats the gun out of his hands with a hard smack. The boy takes out a large knife and lunges at Jerry. The knife came down, missing him by inches, and then he took off.