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