Dark As Winter Night

I just wanted to take the day off work.

Spend some time cleaning up the house.

Now I lie on the ground, arms tied firmly around my body, they're already falling asleep.

He collects items of value around me, stuffing them into his worn out backpack.

I squirm and turn my head.

I catch a glimpse of something red before my vision is damaged.

"Stop moving!" He shouts angrily, kicking my face. He stuffs a few more things into the
back pack whilst carrying a sinister smile upon his unkempt face.

Yellow teeth nearly the same awful shade as the walls behind him.

He tosses the bag out the window.

I can't see him.

Then I hear a liquid in a container.

He dumps the foul liquid onto me and the mat surrounding my bondaged body.

It smells awful... Like... gas.

He lights the match just as the sound of police sirens begin to be heard.

They're drawing closer as he debates whether or not to let the match go.

The coin is in the air.