The Gun

(July 2013)

He handed the gun the way he handled women. Awkwardly. Fearfully. Like he didn’t know what to do with it. He looked from the metal loosely gripped in his hand to the man who had given it to him.

“The boss expects you back by four. What’cha waitin’ for?”

“I-I’ll g-go now.” He hid the weapon in one of his leather jacket’s inner pockets. “The boss won’t be disappointed.

“So go already.”

“I am. Goodbye.” He finally moved away from the warehouse loading bay. He heard a door close behind him, as sudden as a gunshot.


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