I Missed
If I could change one thing it would be carrying the gun. My choice was clear, my motivation was sound, and my method was tried and true. My execution was awful. We were walking down the boulevard. Vanilla ice cream was dripping down her hand. She was wearing her big yellow rain boots, splashing in the small puddles as she made her way through the people. The ice cream was framing her mouth. She had it in her hair. She was the cutest thing on the street that night. The tall man with a dark, rough beard and oversize jacket drifted into my view from the shadows. His rough exterior was enduring for a second. I didn’t have time to react before he swiped her from my grasp and bolted towards a van across the busy street. My daughter. My baby. Her bright blue eyes were desperate over the man’s shoulder. The van was started. Someone was patiently waiting for the escape. I didn’t think. I reached into my bag and ...