Category55 Fiction Creative Writing Issue 17 Issues Sections Type 1 Vol. I

The Gun

September 1, 2010 Off By Pramathesh Borkotoky

I was pointing the gun towards him. At point blank range, it would have taken the shit out of anybody, but he was smiling. He freed himself from all the guilt by a simple confession of mistrust. I was feeling helpless even after having the gun. Controlling the urge to kill, I let him go.

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