Robbing dusk.

The daylight disappeared with the curfew.
Twilight and the odd lonely cricket.
The lunchbar closed because evening meals weren´t served there.
So organised and still glowing from the afternoon customers.
I could still hear the cricket outside when the bankrobbers entered cocking their pistols on entry.
Gunshots went into the counter and shouting flew up the walls and shivered down our backs.
Searching for the money to give these criminals.
Not a cent in the register.
It got so dark so quick I didn´t hear or see the bullet that flew between my eyes.
 It made it´s resting place somewhere where my spine and brain connect.
My spirit left my body as the suns last hue faded.