Friday Night Drabble Party!
Behold! The weekend is here! Let us celebrate with 100 words of free micro-fiction! The gods must be appeased by drabbles or lo unto all!
I have no idea what lo unto all means. It sounds scary, though.
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That’s how many shots it took to bring Clarence down. The man just wouldn’t fall. I emptied my revolver into him, reloaded, and nearly emptied it again before he collapsed to the steaming pavement.
“You shouldn’t have come here, man,” I said as I replaced the four spent cartridges. “You were warned.”
“What we gonna do with him?” Morgie asked.
“Leave him,” I said. “Gators will get him.”
“There’s gators?” Morgie asked.
I stared at the imbecile then shook my head.
“It’s Florida,” I replied.
Morgie nodded, not understanding.
Eleven shots to put him down.
Disclaimer: It dies at eleven.