Run, don t cry. Eyes that always tell the truth are now bulging with fear. Looking about like a hunted rabbit I drop the black gun, now heavy, and I dread to watch it. Scared I will again wake up firing. Run and calm down.
Mind takes over as shock sets in.
Wash hands and change clothes. Andy is dead, and for a brief moment I regret that I wasn t there to see it. It d been a wait of about two weeks, before I could put that first step on my own Trampoline. So ,arriving home,it was there, not standing, but flat in a cardboard box. Running inside to call my friend, wanting to share the excitement, it all went drastically wrong.