Tuesday, October 6, 2015

100 Words a Day 714

He jumped as the elevator doors opened. His hands were shaking and sweaty; his breathing was rapid and shallow. He gripped the pistol, his pistol, tight and knocked on the door.

You can do this. He repeated.

A woman opened the door. He saw the man he was looking for over her shoulder. Trying not to think, he shot her and entered the apartment as she fell, continuing to shoot. The man tried to cower, but was hit. Then it was over.
As he left, he was reminded of something his father used to say:

“You never forget your first.”

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