Gun

by khepa

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There was no one else in the room. The walls had a warm whitewashed color, low-wattage bulbs in the ceiling. She was standing in the middle, blurred. Her hair was silvery, she was calm. I wasn’t. I wanted to get out of the room, but couldn’t. I turned around, looked outside through the small windows, cobwebs in the corner. I heard some noise, she moved, still calm. I wasn’t. She was holding a gun.

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Average Reader Rating: 4.0 stars out of 5

  1. Gun

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    Posted 8 months ago

    4.0 out of 5 stars

    Oooh, short, sweet, and potent.

    Femme fatale took the narrator’s glasses?

    Rockkin’. Love to see more about what’s happening.

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