Burglars

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Three word Wednesday
The Three Words Are
Shard - Pulse - Weary


                                          

    My eyes were weary as I stumbled down the stairs, awakened by the sound of glass shattering, leaving very sharp shards of glass from an antique vase I inherited from my mother after she had passed away thirty years ago. Of course, it was worth bunches.

I realized that it was gone for ever. I saw the silk curtains blowing from the open sliding glass door where the intruder apparently entered or exited from the house. I grabbed the 9 milimeter pistol from the safe behind the Thomas Kincaid, picture hanging on the brick wall next to the fireplace.

I immediately went into kill mode in case I were to run into the burgler who just trashed my mother's vase. By this time my pulse was racing, heart beating with a pounding I had never felt before, especially when I noticed the intruder in the mirror hanging in the hallway. He was hiding behind the bar like the coward he was.

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