He thought he’d heard a rifle shot, the sound swelling outward after ignition.
Blanket pulled up-and-under a diminutive chin, he expected the bullet to show.
If the aim be true, a puncture in the paintwork and plaster would surely result.
A modest-sized dust storm form,
All in slow-motion.
The follow-up sounds suggested the closing of an up-and-over garage door.
Heard conversations of neighbours in the vicinity confirmed the fact.
Nothing more laid in store.