Hold her eyes Cole, he told himself. Hold the eye contact. Nobody shoots a man they look in the eye, a man who's soul they can see.
Hold the eyes.
The sobbing had stopped. Samuel knelt transfixed on the desk. Mickey O'Donohue, arms still stretched out in front of him, sat statuesque.
The flickering flame on the windowsill gave unreal movement to the shadows.
Outside, under the wind-buffeted black blindfold of night, the rain had stopped completely.
Then Lucy's eyes left Cole's to glance briefly at the window; and he knew the end was but a trigger squeeze away.
Neville Hunt 8 months ago
You sure are ramping up the tension to breaking point Drew. I’m all at eights and nines and more here waiting for the next gripping hundred words.
Drew Martyn 8 months ago
Not sure how much further I can take this, but it's fun trying lol. Thanks again Neville.
Steve McBrevity 8 months ago
I agree with Neville - there’s got to be blood!