From the Dark
He lies in the street, the moonlight illuminating his pale face. I shift his head onto my lap. The blood that poured out furiously before now trickles slowly. His grip grows weak as he looks up, not expecting mine to be the last face he sees. He has a right to know who pulled the trigger.
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