Unformatted text preview: of her, and fired. Once. Twice. A third shot went wild, but it didn’t matter. The first bullet hit Sam in the neck. The second entered at her forehead and removed the top half of Sam’s skull, spraying it backward in a gout of bone and brain. Sam’s eyes looked confused for a moment, then went blank and lifeless. She exhaled in a long, rattling sigh, and dropped to the ground. Two was already spinning, pointing the gun at Abraham, and now he moved. She felt it yanked from her grip before she could squeeze off a shot. A hand she couldn’t see collided with her midsection and sent her hurtling backwards, rain-softened ground rising up to meet her. On pavement, the landing would have shattered bone. Two lay in the grass, writhing in pain. Abraham towered over her....
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- Spring '17
- Andrew Elrich
- Buddhism, Bullet, despair welling