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Friday, 11 December 2015

He Just Looked ......


             He still didn't move. When i extended my arm he just looked at the gun. It was no more than eighteen inches from his face, I squeezed the trigger and the bullet hit him in the left eye, and a drop of fluid squirted and the eyelid fell over a hole as a window shade falls over a pane of darkness. There was no blood at all.

Horace McCoy
Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye
1948

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