Dark Alley
by Tom B. Taker
There was a steel glint in my eye and a steel glint in my hand.
The gun went off with a flash. He crumpled.
I left him there to rot.
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This post is part of the BlogShorts challenge. June 2011 – 30 stories – 30 words – 30 days.
Shouts from the Abyss 
glint. crumpled. rot. I am in love with all three. Cheap date.
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Thank you very much. I obviously liked “glint,” too. I used it twice in a 30-word story. That is a very costly investment. 🙂
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I’m confused. Are we still talking about the cowboy and, if so, tell me it was not his horse he shot.
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I normally don’t deign to interpret my work, but I can say this much. No, this was not a cowboy shooting his horse. 🙂
And I use the term “work” very lightly. 🙂
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You have a kill list, don’t you?
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I’m sure I have absolutely no idea what you mean.
I have been thinking about making protection cards, though. If I do, you’re on the short list to get one. So you’ve got that going for you.
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