Fast Fiction Challenge: Suicide Smile
Title: Suicide Smile
Word: dancing
Challenger: yoshithedragon
Length: 200 words exactly The Colt .45 jumped and bullets slammed into the ground where my feet had been moments earlier.
Again the gun spat fire and lead and again I jumped away.
And again.
They call it "dancing", and unarmed, there was nothing I could do to stop it.
His lack of loaded ammunition beat my tiredness as the reason it stopped, but it was a close thing.
I hadn't wanted to run the risk of his party piece. But Montego had spotted me following him and Erikson, both men on the run from a charge of murder in the territories and then his guns had started.
I slumped to the ground, my arms almost covering my face; I was pretty sure what could come next and my peripheral vision caught the sweep of Erikson's boot as it slammed towards me.
As it approached me, I rolled over, grabbed... and twisted. There was a sharp crack and a scream, but then the knife I'd spotted sheathed in his boot was in my hand. I stabbed once, and then it flew straight and true into Montego's neck.
I smiled as I stood. The judge had said dead or alive. I had one of each.
© Lee Barnett, 2005
Word: dancing
Challenger: yoshithedragon
Length: 200 words exactly The Colt .45 jumped and bullets slammed into the ground where my feet had been moments earlier.
Again the gun spat fire and lead and again I jumped away.
And again.
They call it "dancing", and unarmed, there was nothing I could do to stop it.
His lack of loaded ammunition beat my tiredness as the reason it stopped, but it was a close thing.
I hadn't wanted to run the risk of his party piece. But Montego had spotted me following him and Erikson, both men on the run from a charge of murder in the territories and then his guns had started.
I slumped to the ground, my arms almost covering my face; I was pretty sure what could come next and my peripheral vision caught the sweep of Erikson's boot as it slammed towards me.
As it approached me, I rolled over, grabbed... and twisted. There was a sharp crack and a scream, but then the knife I'd spotted sheathed in his boot was in my hand. I stabbed once, and then it flew straight and true into Montego's neck.
I smiled as I stood. The judge had said dead or alive. I had one of each.
© Lee Barnett, 2005