watch that baby purrA Chapter by Emily Dickinson Jr.
“ Mrs. Linden, may I talk to Hollie about the .... repercussions of gun admiration in private?"
Thinking he would set Hollie straight about what and wasn't appropriate for little girls to like, she practically shoved them both into the back room. Hollie stumbled a bit and scuffed her shiny black shoes. The teacher stalked back to the other kids slamming and locking the door behind her.
She grumbled," Weird, freaky child, blood is horrifying, gruesome, never beautiful! I hope that man sets the girl straight. He looks the practical type after-all." After recovering from her near fall Hollie looked up in embarrassment. She expected to see the creepy smile. Inwardly she cringed at the memory. He was smiling, but not the least bit creepily. His smile was warm, almost proud, as it lit up his face. It was making his already fair blond hair seem lighter and somehow angelic on the older man. " Hollie, not many little girls like guns, like you do. Did you know that?"
She seemed affronted.
“ Hollie, I work for the government and, I get to use guns every day."
"Really? That's super cool mister!"
" Hollie, would you like to use my gun?"
"Can, I? you're not joshing me are ya?"
" No, Hollie, never."
He walked away from the little girl and dug into his leather suit case. He pulled out five targets. He spread each out evenly across the wall opposite the door. He tacked each one up and seemed satisfied with his work. He had quite a smug look on his face while admiring his handiwork.
"Hollie do you have a hair-tie? You need a tie if your going to shoot." "Yuppie!" shouted Hollie as she scrounged around her pocket until she found a fuzzy pink scrunchie.
She scooped up her brown locks and bound them quickly. She did this so quickly it looked like watching a video on fast-forward from Mr. Johnson’s point of view.
"Done!"
She really did look quite different. This was despite the fact she was still a cute, small girl, and despite the fact she had done it with a pink scrunchie. With her hair out of her face her eyes were brighter and sharp like that of a hawk. Her features seemed sharper somehow and more regal. Suddenly, despite her age she seemed many years older and somehow not as childish as before. He took out a shiny silver pistol and whispered to her, " This is a new silent edition pistol. It was made specially for my division. This way, we won't upset your class, understand? I want you to have it Hollie. Even if you're not a good shot. Just promise me, you'll cherish her.”
"Kay, I promise Mr. Johnson!"
She didn't understand but she was just happy to be touching a gun for the first time ever and would have said anything to make it happen. He explained to her how to aim and a few safety tip and carefully handed her the pistol. She held it reverently in her baby-soft hands and stroked it like a long-lost friend. She aimed the pistol to the center as the wind was blowing the target and her eyes flashed from soft, hazel to a dreamy acidic shade of green. Something happened.
Instead of shooting the far edge then walking over to each and repeating, as Mr. Johnson had honestly expected, she did something astonishing. She shot the first straight through the center, and in the time it took for the wind to stop fluttering the paper, she had aimed and banged the other four bulls-eyes consecutively; in no particular order. Each was hit in exactly the same place. she just stood placidly and content in front of the first center target, her pistol smoking
" By god, she's a sniper!"he gasped.
The only response he got was Hollie nuzzling the pistol like a cat would a leg. He could have bet he heard a purr. He would have won that bet. © 2012 Emily Dickinson Jr.Author's Note
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20 Reviews Added on September 21, 2012 Last Updated on September 29, 2012 AuthorEmily Dickinson Jr.FLAboutIm just a highschool girl. Writing is my hobby and I think Im fairly good at it but I leave you to be the judge of that. :-) my best short stories are: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/poisinros.. more..Writing
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