Blayke Stevens

What Do You Covet?

“Please, don’t do this! There’s got to be another way,” pleaded the victim. The other man inched closer forward. His arm poised and bent at the elbow, brandishing a large knife. Fresh blood coated the tip of the blade. The victim slowly backpedaled, trying to maintain distance, never taking his gaze off his aggressor. The aggressor continued to push forward, his knife at the ready. The victim tossed anything of value at his aggressor, including a half-filled water canteen, rations, and his backpack.