Friday Flash

“I’m not moving.”  Libby stood in front of the den and stared into the barrel of the gun.

Neither of them saw the shadow inch slowly toward them from the west.  A hawk circled above, waiting.

He squeezed the trigger just as something hit him – hard – in the shoulder.

Blood.  Blood everywhere.

“Libby!  Can you hear me?”

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