onomatopoeiaA Chapter by freelancejouster
a crash or a clatter, a pow or a bang, a noise like no other, and then nothing's the same.
for the shot was first sounded and heard all around, there were multiple scurries but the man was not found.
the plip plops of footsteps, turn to crunches on gravel, and the loose ties are cinched, when they begin to unravel.
the now sightless baker turns a blind eye, so the culprit's escaped with a whoop and a cry.
with a hammering ruckus, a sizzle and shake, he runs over the ovens and through the picket gate.
he heads for the hills with a yell and a smile, not thinking of frost bite but of escaping for awhile.
© 2011 freelancejousterAuthor's Note
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