Flash Fiction Before Sleep

[benchilada]

            “There are nine of us,” Dr. Sark pointed out, “and your revolver only holds six bullets. If we were to rush you—even if you were to kill half-a-dozen of us straight away—we would eventually overwhelm you. Numbers are on our side, as well as courage, so you might as well—”
            You never get the full effect of how loud a gun is from the movies, we discovered. We also, silently and unanimously, decided to stay put. All eight of us...

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2:48a.m.