Friday Night Drabble Party!
Hey, hey, hey! It’s Friiiiiiiiiiiii-day!
Time to party, y’all!
And by party, I mean read some micro-fiction. Oh, yeah!
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Now, on with the drabble!
The gun’s jammed… Shit.
This never happens. I meticulously check weapons before a job. In fact, I’m so paranoid about guns jamming that I rarely, almost never, use semi-automatic pistols and prefer revolvers exclusively.
But, Tammy stole my .38, and Gil’s Glock 9mm kept jamming, so I gave him my Colt revolver, which left me with my Beretta .45. Normally a most reliable pistol. Normally…
I keep trying, but the slide is stuck. Dead stuck. A lot like me.
The squeal of feedback echoes through the broken glass window.
“Come out, Tiny! It’s all over!”
I guess it is.
Disclaimer: You’ll never take me alive, copper!