There was a jab in my heart; a pierce, as though a warning,
Bloodless, that only felt; but didn’t show,
The source of it, I was clueless…
My breath was labored, as I took a hesitant step,
Towards the bus, so crowded,
Something was holding me back,
it was, but, obvious.
Nervous, I looked around; confused,
Should I march ahead, or stay back?
By the time I took a decision, I realized,
The bus had already moved ahead.
But the crash and chaos that followed,
Bodies, moved quickly to makeshift camps nearby,
The jab, I realized, finally,
Was my intuitive sixth sense!

This 100 word post is for friday fictioneers and magpie tales 290 ( Image Copyright – © Ron Pruitt/No. 8, Black Flowing, Jackson Pollock )
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  1. Maybe you should read The excellent entry by Rochelle...

  2. Frighteningly descriptive of a truth that is in our world today..

  3. Wow! A Great Read!. Sorry, if you receive this twice? Computer was glitchy???

  4. I hate that feeling! Nice take!

  5. Yikes! Never underestimate the power of instinct.

  6. thanks a lot everyone :-)


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