Gunner stood silently with his gun and stared at the dead body lying on the endless railway track. His hands were shaking. The gun smoke coming out of his gun rose up to his nose and played with his nose hair giving birth to a sneeze.
“What the fuck have you done?” came a familiar sound.
“Shut the fuck up” Gunner said as he dropped the gun and took two steps back, thinking deeply about the dreadful thing he had done.
“You promised you’d stop. Are you out of your mind?”
“Am I out of my mind? Of course I AM, for fucks sake I’m talking to myself.” Said Gunner as he picked up his gun
“What are you going do now?”
The thought placed a nasty grin on Gunner’s face. He turned back and started walking.
“Me? I’m going walk the same track I abandoned”
3 comments:
kickass...schizophrenia rocks :D
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awesome!!!
"...smoke coming out of his gun rose up to his nose and played with his nose hair giving birth to a sneeze..."
You're good. Like really good. :)
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