She had smiled at him.
All Amy had incur the
man’s wrath was smile at him.
I watch the memory, his
thoughts audible to my ears.
He was in the elevator.
She entered.
She looked at him, and
smiled.
It was nothing special,
no grand gesture. It was just her being polite to a neighbor.
To him, it was an act of
violence.
“Say something…”
“Why won’t you say
something?”
“What a tease.”
“She’s taunting me!”
“She’s mocking me!”
“That bitch!”
“That whore!”
“She knows… she knows…”
“She’s next.”
His words are like sonic
booms in my ears.
His anger is
uncontrollable.
Even though I can no
longer be harmed, I’m afraid.
One simple, polite
gesture sealed her fate.
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