Heaviest Metal
200 Word Story
My gun is in my coat.
My gun is my gun because it was a gift.
My gun is in my coat because the elevator is broken and I have to walk down the stairs past where the shooting took place.
My hand shakes feeling the weight of the gun in my pocket.
My hand shook the night the downstairs neighbor fired fourteen shots in the hallway.
My hand shook when my parents called, said they saw the report of the murder on the news.
My dad bought me the gun.
My dad taught me how to shoot it.
My dad said I was pretty good for a beginner.
I stop on the third stair.
I stop, feel the gun, hate the gun, know I’m pretty good at shooting cans next to my dad’s pole barn.
I stop and think that I don’t want a gun, I want something that stops bullets.
I go back in my apartment and call the property company to ask when the elevator will be fixed.
No one answers.
I’m not comfortable leaving a message.
I want to call my dad, and tell him that, but he feels better now that I have a gun.
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Agree with others here. Another great short. I got sucked in to the character right away, and could feel it until the end. Excellent.
I am enamored with your ability to hit home runs with two or less sentences. I rode a nervous uneasy feeling that was very familiar until you blew my mind with those two sentences. Masterpiece brother.