I dropped down low, I didn't want to be the next target.
I shook myself and focused. What had happened? Someone had shot a gun, there was only one sound quite like that.
And what else had my ears picked up. Had I heard the paddling of my dog's feet, or a body hitting the deck? The click of a grasshopper, or the click of a gun. The whistle of the wind, or the whistle of a twisted serial killer.
Right now, I had to listen.
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The Sound of a Gun
Mystery / ThrillerWhat does a blind boy do when he's in the middle of a shooting?