The Wonders [Short Stories]

The Gun

{Above isn't exactly what I was picturing, but its good enough. Of course, you can imagine where you want but that's a sort of basis}

It was early in the year, at night.

Two best friends stood in a short-lengthed alley, laughing as they had ran right into it.

They were racing each other, for a reason unknown to them, other than it was fun.

The alley was littered with trash on the sides, a pale light at the end, barely showing where they were.

It smelt like it was going to rain, but didn't at the same time.

With a smile on his face, one of them, a boy, took out a small gun from his back pocket. The other boy, just now noticing it, looked at him cautiously.

"Why do you have that?" he asked.

"I have to clean it," the other boy responded nonchalantly, sounding not worried at all.

The boy looked down the barrel of the gun, taking a small blue towel out of his pocket.

In a swift moment, the boy went to clean the gun with the towel.

He pressed down on the trigger of the gun by accident.

The boy fell.

The gun fell.

Blood dripped down the boy's face.

His best friend, looked in horror at what had happened.

His best friend was dead. His best friend... dead.

The boy ran out of the alley, calling for help.

No one came out to help.

It was him,
His dead best friend,
And...
The gun.

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