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“You’re a menace,” I say. Sweat drips down my forehead. The gun is warm in my hands—I’m holding it tightly, afraid I’ll drop it if I loosen my grip.
She only sneers. She barely looks at the weapon I can barely hold.
My hands shake. “You hurt everyone. Mother, Father, Ella. You don’t even care.”
“And you think you’ll do a better job?” she laughs. “That it will be better when I’m gone?”
I don’t. “I can try.”
“You can’t kill me,” she smiles. “You don’t have the strength.”
“Watch me,” I whisper.
I pull the trigger.
The mirror shatters.

6 comments add one below

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    Mike Arnzen about 7 years ago

    Nice! Great to see another drabble. I see deeper significance in the line that says the gun is already "warm"... nice work.

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    K.Z. Morano about 7 years ago

    the mirror... great twist at the end. :)

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    Horrorshow about 7 years ago

    Wow, nicely written!

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    Bryan Thomas about 7 years ago

    Clever twist.

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    Neil Ross almost 7 years ago

    Good to see a neat piece on the duality of writer/character.

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    Tony Spencer almost 7 years ago

    I really like this

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