Cold blooded
I watched in horror as they fell. The cold concrete was no mattress or blanket. It gave them their fatal blow, and they were gone. The gun had served it's purpose, and the one behind the gun fled. The dark alley turned stone cold, even though summer nights here in Guatemala were hot and humid. My mother, her deep blue eyes now dull and lifeless. My father, well, his dark green eyes weren't even intact anymore. They were strewn across the alleyway, blood covered just about everything. I hated it. The smell of copper and flesh was unbearable. I choked and ran, far far away.
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Cold Blooded
HorrorThis is a story I wrote recently in L.A. We all did horror stories and I just wanted to share mine.
