A Moment in time.

He smiled in comfortable silence while he watched his four years old son playing with his peers.

His wife sat to a side with two other mothers; all packing bags with the usual necessities for small children.

He turned his head slowly, surveying the perimeter of the children's playground.

His senses from long hours working as a policeman were matching those of a guarding dog’s.

He might look human to the unsuspecting eyes; but the terrors he learned to accept on daily basis dropped him down the primal food chain.

He is rough, prone to violence and always sleeps with half open eyes.

His child jumped around him happily demanding his attention.

He carried his child and stood laughing.

Just for a moment, he loses his roughness and regains a minuscule bit of humanity ; he hugs his child and turns in circles to let the child fly in the air.

The child squeals as only those possessed of total innocence can do.

While turning around, he saw him; a man standing silently at the far corner of the playground.

The senses of the guarding dogs took precedence over his humane moment.

This man doesn’t belong in the picture.

He registered him as a snapping wolf watching the playful sheep.

He started to lower down his protesting child, and he noticed what the wolf is pulling from his pocket; a cylinder that he knows all too well, pointing towards his child.

He turned to face his wife with a silent scream in his eyes.

He drops his child down, turning to cover the child’s body by his own, his back now is facing the pouncing wolf.

He moved, but his feet were nothing more than discarded old tools.

The first bullet hits his thigh.

He knelt down on his child.

The second bullet hits his back in the middle.

He looks at face of his child with the same smile that comes to him whenever he sees him smiling.

Far away screams that should pull his attention just fade to silence.

He falls.

A moment in time to memorize the smile of his child before the light dies in his eyes.