{"id":56170,"date":"2019-06-23T03:43:10","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T07:43:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=56170"},"modified":"2019-06-23T03:43:10","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T07:43:10","slug":"hour-19-16-30pm-17-30pm-prompt-companion-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/hour-19-16-30pm-17-30pm-prompt-companion-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"(Hour 19) 16.30pm-17.30pm. PROMPT, Companion poem"},"content":{"rendered":"

the other side<\/b><\/p>\n

The man was okay. Wasn\u2019t he?
\n<\/i>He might have been able to help.
\n<\/i>Instead he\u2019s stormed off somewhere.<\/i><\/p>\n

We both seem dazed.
\nStanding around listlessly.
\nWe should decide. Risk petrol.
\nOr just go.<\/p>\n

Out of nowhere, the man reappears
\nNow pointing a gun. I scream.
\n<\/span>Wish I could say I don\u2019t
\nBut I do. Ryan acting tough.
\nI\u2019m not hearing anything<\/p>\n

Trying to talk him down.
\nPut the gun away.
\nAsking if he\u2019ll let us go.
\nOne of you maybe.<\/i><\/p>\n

He looks at me. Suddenly creepy.
\nHow could I have ever\/<\/p>\n

Ryan saying okay
\n<\/span>getting out the keys
\nI can\u2019t believe\/<\/p>\n

Throws them past the guy.
\nFirst thought, he was aiming at him
\n<\/span>He grabs me.
\nI\u2019m dragged behind, hand clutching his
\nDon\u2019t want to let go.
\nDon\u2019t want to fall over.
\nBut the keys, I splutter
\n<\/i>My house keys, hurry hurry.<\/i><\/p>\n

We both fall in. Almost easily.
\nHe starts the ute, pulls away.
\nFeel terrible I doubted him.
\nCan\u2019t believe. I actually thought he\u2019d\/<\/p>\n

Gunshots. Louder than they ought.
\nBut I think they missed. By a long way.
\n<\/span>Shotgun pellets would scatter widely
\nAt this range.<\/p>\n

Drive in silence for a long time.
\nWant to say sorry.
\nBut he won\u2019t know what for.<\/p>\n

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