Bringing words to a gunfight

Ive no idea what's worse. The gun pointed at me or the dead cop on the floor. Either way I never saw today turning out like this. Left shoulder twisted holding a bullet. Right arm tense holding a 1911 trained on a rookie with a shaky trigger finger. I don't want to die today. Neither did that cop. Poor b*****d. Now I have this kid. Fresh out of academy. No clue where he is aiming but its in my general direction. That, I can't have. Told him to drop it. Don't want to shoot the kid. Hell, didn't want to shoot the old man. I feel warm pennies running down my arm. S**t. He hit an artery? F**k it. I've got more pressing matters. The 8 in the clip an one in his chamber. Also the backup im sure is ready to put me in the bag. Kids pupils are dialated. He's never shot anyone. Ever. I'm not trying to pop his cherry. He's tense. I can't hesitate. I'm sorry kid. Don't hate me. I'm gonna be a real son of a b***h for this. Kid pulls the trigger first. So green he closes his eyes. Grazes my collar bone. Pierces my right trapeze. I squeeze the trigger. I wasn't so forgiving. I'm sorry kid.

Author's Note

Another rough draft. Excuse punctuation and grammar.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

This rocks. Raymond Chandler without the more precious wise cracks. Write three hundred pages of this and people will read it. They won't tell the book club wonks they read it, but they will read it.

[Scott Troy]

Thanks so much. I'll definitely work on expanding this.

[Delmar Cooper]

Just keep the attitude. It works.