Tuesday, 13 February 2018

A Bad Clip

The gun lay between us, smoke drifting from the barrel. Both our hands were shaking, one from shock, the other from blood loss.

I looked up at her, blinking back a tear. "I'm so sorry... I didn't mean for this."

It took her a few attempts to find her voice. When it did come, it was a hoarse whisper.

"Really? You didn't mean for this? Oh well that's fine, you're forgiven."

"Sarcasm? Now?"

"Well what the fuck do you want from me? I've just shot someone, that's a new experience for me!"

"I want you to get help."

"Oh, right."

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