The man has clenched teeth and wide-open eyes, the gunman too - both staring - at the trigger - already pushed - soon all the way in.
He presses the gun against the back of the man's head, ignoring his whimper - then, puts his finger, on the trigger. The man turns his head. As he does, the gunman sees the man as a little boy; the two of them dribbling a football till late at night. Then, under a frying sun they share a soda. As they grow older; Celebrations, grieving. A hug when needed. The big falling out.
The man has clenched teeth and wide-open eyes, the gunman too - both staring - at the trigger - already pushed - soon all the way in. Comments are closed.
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"Classic"
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