Just a Bullet.

A bullet. A simply shaped piece of metal, a deadly weapon , but still just a bullet. In my hand a gun melts into my heart, guilt trying to sneak in any backdoors I've left open but I have prepared for this... prepared for it every day of my life. I closed my eyes and took in a breath, my muscles tense and tighten ready for instructions and my mind flickering over the plan.

A plan. A bomb. An escape

-this is a very, very short story ; I might expand if people like it. I do not own the cover image - taken from www.telegraph.co.uk