Norman unwrapped the oil cloth with care, hands unsteady. His side-kick, Stinky, hiccuped and wiped damp hands on baggy jeans. “Give me some elbow room, will ya?” His taunt forehead glistened.
“Lemme at it. You got ammo?”
“What for? Wow. It’s heavy but a good heavy.”
“Lemme at it.” Stinky’s hands shot out to grab the gun.
“Where’d you get it?”
“I’m holding for Butch’s friend—a favor.”
“My turn.” Stinky twirled the cylinder, released the safety, and aimed at Norman’s head.”
Stinky dropped the piece. His jaw dropped. The clock struck four. He ran.
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The word limit for Gun is 100 words. I used every last one.