A Baby Story
“I’d put that baby pram down if I were you, sir” the guy said, nonchalantly, in a manner which suggested he’d rather be somewhere else, anywhere but here. Before it all happened, he’d never have thought he’d be wielding baby prams in the face of anyone, let alone the face of the person he was currently levelling a top of the line pram at. He’d didn’t even have any experience in babies, let alone have enough knowledge to be able to use a pram effectively, not that he had much experience in anything, beyond his line of work. Biting nervously at the edge of his lip, eye darting nervously from side to side, he took his free hand and patted at the top of his brow, which was growing slightly damp with perspiration. Damn, it’s getting hot, he thought. Not much he could do about it now, it had all spiralled beyond anyone’s control a long time ago, and this final pram thrust would reveal the true outcome of all that he had strived so hard to achieve. His heart was pounding hard and fast, filling his ears with the rush of coursing blood. The men that surrounded him were far larger than him, as was the weaponry each of them was carrying. There was no way he was getting out of this one without taking some drastic course of action. He decided now was the time to do so. As he thought this, he tensed, closed his eyes and thrust the pram forward, towards the man in front of him, the man gasped, nothing more. This final thrust was an exclamation mark on everything that had led to this point, he released his fingers from the handle.
