A Coffee Straw, A Bullet (Oh how different our world would be if people really meant what they said)

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Drip coffee spilled on a single sheet. Coffee stain on paper. On paper, this inconvenience has but little impact on a person's well-being. This would be his reality had it not been for the countless other straws on his camel back but who knew an object of such little caliber could be used to hunt big game. This mishandled coffee straw was the last straw yet a straw with significance thin enough to prick his finger. Naturally, the sting caused the finger to have a reactionary retraction onto the trigger of the gun grasped by, what recently became, a tight but slowly loosening fist because a few moments ago he declared, "I swear to God if one more s****y thing happens to me today I'm gonna kill myself."

Author's Note

Review! Let me know if there are punctuation mistakes because I thing there's one in there. I might be wrong.