Well, they kicked down the door and said, "Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt."
Gertrude moved. They shot her.
Ambrose looked up. They shot him.
I said nothing. I have always been shy.
The exterior door to the shop was made of solid oak. As the murderers left one of them stopped and neatly closed the door.
They died within a block of the crime scene. Brakes failed and they crashed into a gas station. Black smoke. Orange flame. Unfortunately, the stolen books burned as well.
All this to say that my project: "A Year of Bookmark Collecting" was cut short. The series failed to interest me after the incident and I threw out what I had collected. In fact, I have developed a strange case of bibliophobia and have thrown my library into a dumpster.