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The two glare at each other.
They are tense and ready for action.
Their hands hover over the pistols
Hung on holsters around their slim waists.
A lone wayward breeze blows tumbleweed
Across the utterly silent street.
Anger sizzles around the young men.
It's a contest to see who's best.
There is a history between them.
They have known one another for years.
The reason for this fight is unknown.
It's said that they had once been best friends.
A sudden movement is made by one.
The other instinctively flinches.
Their narrow fingers flex and wiggle.
Drops of sweat appear on their smooth brows.
Suddenly, the two hear someone shout,
"Boys! Time to come back! Dinner's ready!"
They pause, drop their toy guns, then race home,
Simply kids playing in suburbia.