Untriggered.

A little girl waved at a dog that barked,

like thunder tearing through barbwire.

Still, she waved..

braver, louder, unbothered,

like she sees from the inside out?

Minuscule hands tucked in her mother’s steady palm.

The fence holding the danger back.

….

I realize.

A gun with no bullet cannot be fired.

A gun in the right hands,

becomes protection

not harm.

**

Authors note-

Story inspired from a real life experience.