And they come with no warning,
nature loves her little surprises.
Continual crisis!

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Story Bone - A Twitter Fantasy

I had the drop on him. Leveled my gun for a center-mass shot. He raised his hands, keeping in his kneeling position. The 9mm felt cool and firm, like taking an old love to bed.

I grinned. "You had to wear the red shirt today, eh McGee?" I said.

He smiled back, stood straight and lowered his hands. "Well actually, wearing a gold shir…"

I couldn't hear his statistic over the barking of the gun.

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