Sitting Duck

Tyrone's world was going to change from now on, he had given up the company, and he was being bundled into the bus, his face blindfolded. Suddenly the car came to a halt as he was thrown out of the bus and he felt consciousness elude him.

Tyrone lay broken in the cold, hard road, his body was already bruised and broken beyond repair. The world was a blur of flashing lights and distant sounds of cars as he tried to focus on the faces hovering him. An officer, his face filled with concern and worry, but that was the only clear image in Tyrone’s fading consciousness.

He was disposed of by the desolate road just like yesterday’s trash which was dumped on the side. The last thing he could remember was being suffocated by darkness, coupled with relentless heart pounding. He’d given them what they wanted. He’d given up the company. Now, they’d cast him aside like a broken toy.

Soon the ambulance siren cried from afar, cutting through the night’s quietness and stillness. Paramedics rushed to