Stains - Days turn to weeks. Weeks turn to years. The blood still stained his clothes. Stuck in his mind all the time. What a crime? This guilt was a crop it was freshly grown. Like a spider, he crept through the webs of his life. He crept back to his dithering night. He knew the line, he set the time. The next day his guilt would be no more. All three walked to the alley. The child, man. The woman, gray. The man, beaten to the core. Each stopped in an instant. They stared at his face. The child shivered and shook once more. The man held up his hand but the child shot until clicks rang out. The woman kicked as he fell. The man quivered and said "I know this is not what you want from me. All I wanted was to give my apology. I'll never take back the pain I caused, but I swear to you I am forever sorry."
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