Gun

Petr Swedock
Nov 4 · 9 min read
Photo by Alec Favale on Unsplash

He wasn’t quite stroking it. But I could see a quiver to his hands. A poise, and an itch, ready in his arms to cradle it… a so much awareness of it just there waiting, menacing, cold wanting to be warm.

Holding a gun does that to a man.

Nor was this just any gun: Some manner of many rounds a second fully automatic assault rifle strapped to his chest, commando style; full get up, barrel pointing down, stock up, chin up, squinty…

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