Was it Me?

I entered a small convenience store. Where a large bald bearded Caucasian male was asking the clerk to turn around and search for a specific item. It was in that moment he reached for the register. Instinctively I reacted, as if my reflexes were shaped to defend. I blocked his hand from opening the register drawer and stepped out in front of him. The man commented, “Are you trying to die tonight?” My response was, “I do not fear death.” Reaching into his pocket the man pulled out a small silver revolver and aimed it at my head. I did not flinch, I stood my ground and thought, ‘This is the type of person who should turn their gun on them self.’ Staring at him intently I said with a hypnotizing tone, “Do you want to spend the rest of your life serving time for the crime of murder? I do not fear your weapon or your threat. I do not fear death. Do you? Fear death?” As the man listened his eyes widened, he began to sweat. Taking steps away from me he brought the gun to his head shaking from right to left with a confused and frightened look upon his face. Everything went silent when he stopped moving. The man looked through me and said, “I am the type of person who should turn the gun on myself.” Firing the revolver into his left temporal lobe the man crumpled to the floor.

*Work in Progress*

A short story by: Kristina Whitmore

7/16/19

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