The Accident
The gunshot pierced the dark
midnight air, echoing throughout the deserted streets. Jim lowered his gun as
heat and smoke bellowed from its gray barrel.
Well, that takes care of that,
Jim said confidently.
About 40 feet away rested the car
with the cracked, shattered, bullet ridden, blood-stained passenger window. Don
rested, slumped over the steering wheel with a bullet hole wound gaping down
the side of his skull.
He definitely seems dead, Jim
thought, walking away from the wreckage of the car crash Jim left Don with upon
shooting him.
Jim proceeded to tuck the beretta
into his belt and draped his flannel shirt over it as he began walking away
from the dead body in the wreckage, as smoke and flames began consuming the
blue Volvo.
The End
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