Untitled flash fiction for Friday Fictioneers. 100 Words.
We were fifteen and looking for a place to shoot. I carried the pistol.
We walked railroad ties near idle coal mines.
Jimmy saw abandoned warehouses and ran ahead.
I heard him scream. I clicked off the safety and saw two men kicking Jimmy.
I yelled, “Stop!” One guy charged. I shot. I’d dropped the gun when it recoiled.
The other guy charged. I picked it up and shot two more times. He tried to run away. I shot again.
We pushed the bodies down an old coalmine shaft.
Jimmy is gone. I alone know where those assholes are buried.
Look both ways and keep your powder dry.
Mind the gaps between the ties.
Our Literary Journey 
That was VERY dark. Poor Jimmy. But I don’t feel bad for the bad guys!
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Yeah. It was a tough neighborhood. 🙂
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I’m glad the MC had a strong survival instinct or he and Jimmy would be down the mine shaft instead.
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It was a tough neighborhood. 🙂
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🙂
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Wow, a bit of fun turns into a bloodbath 😮
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It’s all fun and games till creepy guys emerge from abandoned warehouses and try to grab a kid.
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Graphic, atmospheric, brilliant. Well done Bill
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Thank you, Keith.
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That was dark. I’m glad the kids came out on top.
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i guess it’s a secret he’d carry to his grave.
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What a story, grim and possible
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Thank you.
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Poor Jimmy. That bad guys had it coming though!
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Brave, and resilient, and there was no regret in his actions, because they shot first.
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