Midnight Visitors

I am becoming sloppy, but then again, I do not expect some asshole to let himself into my house. Not only is he uninvited, but if I reach for that draw that holds a concealed gun, I will have him dropped in less than five seconds.

But ya, it seems my encounters for the day are not over.

So it is with careful strides that I walk on closer; one never knows maybe the fuck has gone here to end my life. Well, that ain't happening today. For in one…two…three… my fist launches and smashes in the center of his goddamn ugly face.

“What the fuck is that for?” He says as he stumbles backward and hits his head against one of the kitchen cupboards.

“That is for breaking into my house. You can be glad I am not shooting you,” I scan his hands only to notice that he is not yielding his gun. “If you are not here to shoot me, then why are you here?”

“I came here to talk.”

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