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Warning on the Wind | Round 1 • Write to Rank 2

It started with a whisper.

A warning carried on the wind. Cold touched the back of his neck, skin prickling from the breeze.

Solitude wasn't as solitary as he thought.

Snow crunched.

It wasn't him, because he was still. He inhaled silently, chilled air scorching his nose. His numb fingers drifted to where his handgun would be. It wasn't there—today was his day off. His gun was hanging on his belt at home.

Something rustled to his right.

Snow shifted beneath his feet as he spun, brain registering the flash of a rifle muzzle.

It ended with a bang.