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The gun shot shattered the air, like a crack of lightning so close you can feel the hairs on your arm stand on end. Waves of sound rippled outward as if throwing a rock into the placid surface of a lake and fire flashed its chaotic face as the projectile exited its womb.

It moved slowly, purposefully and time itself had slowed as if to admire the eruption. It tore through every intricate and minute particle that was suspended in the pathway. All I could do was stand there and watch in horror as the slow-motion scene unfolded.

The bullet pierced its unintentional mark and forced its way into the flesh of the unsuspecting when I saw the surprised and confused but deliberate look of pain. Her face contorted and started to push forward with the driving momentum of force from the metal intruder as it tore through bone and sinew.

Her eyes briefly met mine, the glimpse of terror and impending death was abruptly interrupted by the outward explosion of her face. Crimson blood and gray chunks of brain matter burst from the gaping orifice that was, just milliseconds ago, a smiling countenance.

Her body collapsed to the floor in a heap, the vital fluid of life gushing from the hole that was left behind. I screamed as time resumed its normal flow and I ran over to the body that was now sputtering and gurgling for breath. Tears hot on my face as I tried to comprehend what just happened.

I looked at my son, my little boy holding the mechanism of my demise as my wife spasmed the last of her life away. “Look Daddy!” he giggled as the barrel leveled on my own guilt-stricken face…


Credits to: NobleCeltic

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