<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388961" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Swollen (Final Chapter)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">they talked throught the night<br>as the candle burned down, exchanging<br>the stories of their lives.<br>then finally, they just sat in the stillness, <br>listening to the walls of the old house<br>breathe.<br>he thought about his life, the work, the<br>family, the love... all gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she whispered, 'be still, they're coming...'<br>the lights of the cruiser inched up the <br>street. stopping, they shone a light into<br>the old house, like fingers probing.<br>they sat motionless, afraid to move..<br>finally, they moved on.<br>'they'll be back, someone's called...' she<br>began to cry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he sat up and dug in his pocket. pulling<br>out a wadded up old black and white photo, <br>he straightened it out, taking out a fifty<br>dollar bill.<br>'i want you to have it... when they go to chasing<br>me, take the baby, and run...'<br>before she could say anything, he was up and <br>out the door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he crouched in the bushes at the end of the drive.<br>when he saw the cruiser coming, he stood up and<br>let out a whoop. he took off running as fast as he <br>could go, trying to put distance between them and<br>the old house<br>when they finally cornered him, one street over, he<br>put up a struggle. as they beat him to the ground<br>with their batons, he imagined he could see the lights<br>of a car going down the street. it was the last thing<br>he ever remembered!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388961" data-title="Swollen (Final Chapter) de Eric Cockrell" data-description="they talked throught the night as the candle burned down, exchanging the stories of their lives. then finally, they just sat in the stillness, listening to the walls of the old house breathe. he thought about his life, the work, the family, the l..."></div> </div> </div>

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