'S-sir, are you OK?' the woman stammered, appearing from the wreckage of her car.
'Screw you, lady!' Andrews spat.
She just said nothing.
'Look what you did to my car!' He persisted.
'Sir, I'm sorry,' came a tentative mumble. 'I didn't see you coming. The traffic was stopped and I... I th-' She tailed off mid-sentence as words failed her. She could see in his eyes that her story meant nothing to him.
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Not the Way God Intended
Short StoryI penned this short story as a middle finger to any moron who believes 'guns don't kill people; people do' (that includes you, Mr President). Guns are lethal weapons and there are far too many liabilities in this world to be dishing out lethal weapo...
