“Hair in a biscuit!” he shouted. “They’re trying to break in!”
He grabbed hold of the brass handle on the gun cabinet’s door and tried to turn it. It was locked. Panic wrapped a skeletal hand around his heart and squeezed hard. He ran his fingers along the cabinet’s rough, unfinished top. The tip of his middle finger brushed against something smooth and metallic, then promptly knocked it backward when he tried to snag it. He heard what had most likely been the key bounce between the rear of the cabinet and his bedroom wall as it tumbled to the hardwood floor below.
“Gizzards and giblets!” he howled. Then, from elsewhere in the house, he heard the unmistakable sound of breaking glass.
“Broke the pane,” he said. His lips quivered against the words. He tried to suck a long draw of stabilizing oxygen into his lungs by way of his mouth, but it was like trying to suck a milkshake through a coffee stirrer. He closed his mouth and tried again, inhaling through his nostrils allowing the captured air to then escape slowly from between his lips. He felt his fear dissolve, replaced by anger.
“Broke the dang pane outta my back door,” he repeated. “I reckon two can play at that.”
He cocked his left arm and thrust his gargantuan elbow through the pane of glass in the door of the gun cabinet. It instantly shattered into large, jagged shards. One long and pointed icicle loosed itself from the top of the cabinet door and fell straight down, lodging in the tendon between the last two toes of his left foot. He screamed and hopped on his right foot, shaking the left one in mid-air until the shard worked free and was smashed into smaller pieces on the hardwood. Crimson blood roses surfaced on his sock, seeping across the toes and mixing with the brown of the teriyaki sauce. Mike collapsed to the bedroom floor, rocking to and fro on his ample bottom and cradling the injured foot in both hands. His teeth were clenched vise-like in his head, his eyes strained shut against the hot pain from the ragged wound between his toes.
He wanted to scream again.
He wanted to swear.
Nothing came out.
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