Bad Day for the Home Team – Ch. 1 (final installment)
Written by Alex on August 16, 2010 – 11:38 am
A woman off to the side noticed the shooter’s face. She saw that his eyes were absolutely huge.
“Hot bullets,” he said to no one in particular.
He stopped at a table and poured a Pepsi on the top of the gun, and on his hand. He stopped firing and watched a man behind the wheel of a car in the parking lot. The man’s hand slipped along the gearshift as he put it in reverse.
He was horrified, looking into the restaurant, but he was still a careful driver: He checked his mirrors before he backed up.
He was sure to call someone. They would come soon.
The shooter adjusted his grip on the gun. The woman watched his knuckles carefully. She saw them turn from white to red when he relaxed his hands. She saw them tense and go white again and held her breath.