There was no sign of him walking in.

No evidence of his waking.

Yet, his entering was nothing like him.

So demanding and shaking.

His eyes held fire.

His smile held no sanity.

If he was on a wire.

It’d be a calamity.

“Everybuddy, on your knees.”

He called.

There were cries and screams.

He called.

“Jacob Marcus?”

I asked.

He turned to look at me.

“Diane Lekerbaun?”

He recognized me.

I nodded.

Wow.

What a small world.

He was a coffee shop robber.

I was a coffee shop worker.

What a small world.

Wow.