Flash Friday 5-23-14 A saw and a hammer in Flash Friday

“Bling blang hammer with my hammer

Zingo zango sawing with my saw …”

The boy-child cooed, the man brushed the child’s nose lightly with his forefinger. Fat little baby paws grasped at the man’s finger, caught it, tried to pull it towards his mouth.

The woman tapped the GPS system, swore, took a sharp right into an alley. She pulled past the first dumpster until even with the second, and quickly backed the Civic between the two, hiding the three from street eyes. She surveyed the four windows and firescape; empty and drawn shades.

The boychild gurgled. The man smiled and the boychild was fine with that, god-is-in-his-heaven-and-alls-right-with-the-world smile, all fat cheeked and big blue eyed. A siren climbed, crescendoed and passed. The boychild squirmed;

“… Black and Bay, Dapple gray

All the pretty little horses …” The man sung softly.

The woman stuffed two full magazines into her coat pocket and a second piece, a sig Sauer, into her waist band at the small of her back. She wiped down the civic for prints. The man had put together the diaper bag with all the accruements and gently, without waking the boychild, slid out the driver’s side.

He left the ally first. The BOLO would stress a couple. They never look for a single man cradling a sleeping baby anyhow; kidnappers are mean, desperate, grimy men.

“… If that mocking bird don’t sing

Papas gonna buy you a diamond ring …”

God was in his heaven and all was right with the world.