The Trigger - A Little Drabble Do Ya
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section7mfuThe gun spun across the floor and landed with a thud, hitting the wall of the old cabin. Two men scrambled furiously toward it, each one hoping to reach it first.
One of them was already wounded, his movements accompanied by grunts of pain as he dove for the prize. As his hand reached the weapon another was there to grapple for control.
The struggle became a face to face confrontation as the gun was wrenched first one way, then the other. With a desperation born of fear, a finger pulled the trigger; the blond one fell to his knees.
One of them was already wounded, his movements accompanied by grunts of pain as he dove for the prize. As his hand reached the weapon another was there to grapple for control.
The struggle became a face to face confrontation as the gun was wrenched first one way, then the other. With a desperation born of fear, a finger pulled the trigger; the blond one fell to his knees.
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Date: 2013-06-26 02:06 pm (UTC)