Gunny
"It was settled. Darren Murphy was going to die."
Jason is a very, very sick boy. He's just been gifted a weapon; an immaculately kept air rifle owned by his late grandfather. He decides, after a chat with the voice in his head, to take in some target practice before moving on to bigger and better things. The neighbour’s cat will do nicely. But why is he loosing his nerve? Why is the tabby staring at him, into him, as he fumbles for the trigger?
*Warning: This short story contains strong language, offensive slurs, and disturbing, graphic content.
Discretion advised.
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