Staccato.
With a quick, decisive motion, I snapped his finger a direction it was never intelligently designed to travel. The smallish yelp that escaped his throat was nothing more than surprise. No, the real symphony of realization was just about to commence.
If it was simply horror dawning on his face, I might be moved to pity, my least favorite emotion left in the palette I still retain. And it's true - horror is generally the first thing to manifest itself in situations like these. Then the face contorts, the rage and the indignation bleed into the lines of the face, and it quits being a "he" or a "she". It becomes yet another tragic failing. First a violin breaks a string, then a horn clatters to the floor. The rest of the body clumsily tries to cover for the rest, and it all. falls. apart.
I raise my heavy barrel in a graceful arc. The steel runs parallel to the empty space it defines. The lead screams through that space, and I drop the curtain on yet another failed endeavor.
- V -
If it was simply horror dawning on his face, I might be moved to pity, my least favorite emotion left in the palette I still retain. And it's true - horror is generally the first thing to manifest itself in situations like these. Then the face contorts, the rage and the indignation bleed into the lines of the face, and it quits being a "he" or a "she". It becomes yet another tragic failing. First a violin breaks a string, then a horn clatters to the floor. The rest of the body clumsily tries to cover for the rest, and it all. falls. apart.
I raise my heavy barrel in a graceful arc. The steel runs parallel to the empty space it defines. The lead screams through that space, and I drop the curtain on yet another failed endeavor.
- V -