the sad songs hidden in the open eyes

[zeroschism]

As he wheeled around to face me I saw for the first time the steely eyes of the man who led me to the depths of hell and back.  As the first bullet entered his body, his eyes never left my face.  He stumbled back a bit, steadied himself and stood up straight. Not even thinking I pulled that trigger back and the thunder it made sounded to my ears

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remember: guns don't kill people, gaping holes in vital organs kill people

[claracter]

What, I wonder, inspired this? I like the descriptive details, and southern drawl your colloquial style suggests. That writin' teacher who done gave you a disappointin' mark--why she gonna have some accountin' for to do someday, I reckon...