THE LIONS DEN

(NOT YOUR DAY TO DIE) AN URBAN TALE
THE SOUND... ITS HYPNOTIC...
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As the sun rises he stands from his sleep as if he rose from the dust beneath his feet...
He is totally unremarkable yet there is something about him that speaks mystery... Mystic.
His skin while brown bears undertones of all man who is not Melanin recessive.
He is no rich man and he lives among the denizens who are called homeless by those who make the laws... By those who pass him by.
He surveys these blocks that surround him and nods his head as if satisfied... these things.
He reaches into the doorway from which he just rose and draws out a tattered trenchcoat and with a graceful motion he places it on his arms.
It falls to his body and catches the breeze.
He starts to walk and disturbed a flock of pigeons and as they take off it seems the man becomes a part of them.
Black, grey, brown, orange and the pigeons are gone as he emerges still walking.
He is afforded a wide berth by the people he passes. They so indoctrinated that homeless is all they see.
He has purpose to his stride though and it takes him from neighborhood to neighborhood as he walks. The air feels good in his lungs and he drinks of the life he passes.
He sees a store and walks in and is greeted by a sight that one does not want to walk in on.
There is an old black man behind the counter and in front of it and to the right there is a boy of about sixteen standing against a corner.
What is out of place is that there is a boy of about 19 years with a pistol in his hand.
A 9.
He looks around and sees the man who just walked in and shouts at him to get his fucking ass over here.
The homeless man does as he says and the old man behind the counter stands up with a gun in his hand and all hell breaks loose he shoots but his sin is bad and the bullet slams into the frame of the door. At the top.
The young man with the gun shoots and hits the old man square between the eyes and his brains Splatter the cigarettes and cigars behind him.
The young boy who was in the corner makes a break for it and is shot in the side.
The homeless man moves remarkably fast for someone who looks as he and catches the man with the gun by his arm and throws him to the ground with such force that the impact sounds like gunshots... A resounding think.
He rips the gun from the man's hand and shoots him through the eye and stands.
Suddenly he does not look broken, or homeless. He walks to the boy who was shot in the side and go's into a crouch.
"You were not supposed to die."
He flips the young man and speaks to him.
"Wake up son. It is not your time."
The boy opens his eyes and sits up.
He feels his side and there is no bullet wound there.
He opens his mouth to speak but the man speaks first.
"Today was not the day you die. You have things to do."
The man rises and his footsteps recede as he leaves the store through the back door.
The police burst through the front door and secure the scene.
The boy mentions the man but when the surveillance tapes are checked all that are seen on them are three people.
The old man, the shooter and him as he falls.
Him as he stands.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY