"Civil. Let's be civil here." Officer Monroe holds his hands out.
The old man grumbles, gun sights on the birds perched overhead. Then, swearing, John lowers the gun.
"Damn things woke us up."
"Damn things wake folks up. Guns do, too."
"Yeah, yeah." John sighs, discharging the bullet from the chamber.
"What's really the problem here?" Monroe takes the gun.
John folds his arms over his chest, glowers.
"Now, I'm not accusing, John, you know that. This," Monroe motions to the neighbors the spectacle drew. "Isn't your thing."
John slackens. He pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes skyward. "She's just so sick..." He swallows. "It ain't right."
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The Eternal Return
Short StoryA collection of speculative short stories and flash fiction. A few of these are also posted on my blog and others still I wrote in creative writing classes or for flash fiction contests. Please, let me know what you think.
