Breadcrumb #59


The large boulder rolled
down a man made hill,
just missing an escapee
from the many reasons
for not living at home.
A youngish man typically
inclined to procrastinate, flinched.
This was not one of those times.
He left his shoes behind in
an almost athletic leap,
rolled a good twenty feet
 protecting what he could.
A diminutive figure holding a crowbar
stood silhouetted in the setting sun.
An old girlfriend or
 the new one, it doesn't matter.

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