the bag of clues were collected
she stood transfixed
having never been one to start a fight
more for fear of what she would do to the one
that crossed her
than to the consequences of her actions
gripping the basket like the handlebars
of a hog full throttle
but without the wind to cool the roiling sea of her anger
closing her lids to concentrate the growing tempest
calculating a myriad of possible endings
to this focused singularity
She slowly pulled the scarlet hood down to her nape
feigned a smile of smug indifference and
put two barrels of buckshot into the not so big, bad
ears, hands, and teeth of the wolf
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