On the Way to Lunch

Blazing sun barely visible over, the spires of steel and glass that touch the sky,

the clip clop of dress shoes melting into the noise of metropolis,

brief case in hand, swinging forward and back, ready to be swung like a club at the first sign of danger.

Red light turns green,

the veins of the city stop and go,

go,

left, right, left, right,

step onto the street corner,

“STOP, THEIF!!”

The panicked cry cuts through the cacophony of the city like a hot knife through butter,

Frozen with one foot on the ground

“Somebody, Please STOP HIM!!”

Ice water starts to flow in the veins,

Fists clench,

The city slows to a crawl,

Even the birds hang static in the air.

Swing,

the dull thunk echoes in the sudden silence,

a raspy grunt of pain followed by the thud of a body hitting the ground,

heart beat thudding like a marching band drum in anticipation of action.

Adrenalin coursing like mercury in the veins.

It’s all over,

Slowly the adrenal high drops,

at the first sign of danger,

an instinctual response averts a theft,

there is no parade,

there is no award,

just a boring everyday suit,

on his way to lunch.