No Time To Quibble

on February 2, 2015 in Fiction

“Wait… I thought you said you had a sawed-off shotgun,” I said.

“I did,” he said, hefting the shotgun, its long double barrels completely intact, in one hand. “I do. Got it right here.”

“That’s just a shotgun,” I said.

“It is,” he said, raising it and leveling the barrels at me. “Now sod off.”

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One Response to “No Time To Quibble”

  1. Randie says:

    I wasn’t expecting that play on words. Interesting piece of flash fiction.

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