THE GUNFIGHT – my attempt at Flash Fiction, where you tell a complete story in under 300 words
The Gunfight
Standing in the centre of the dirt street, the Sun behind him, hot on his black shirt.
Board sidewalks on either side empty – sensible people.
Two years of searching for the man who had killed his mother had come to this, the adversary, in the red checked shirt, approaching.
Sun hitting the adversary in the eyes, his hand flashing up, beginning the draw.
Peacemaker in a tied down rig, cutaway trigger guard to avoid obstruction.
Rocking back on his heels to assist the draw, beginning to crouch.
Barrel up, left hand fanning the hammer once, twice, in under a heartbeat.
First slug taking the adversary in the belly, doubling him over and blowing him backwards.
Pistol kicking up with the recoil, second slug to the upper chest, straightening and smashing him into the dirt.
Boot heels juddering, then stillness.
He looked at the face of the man who had killed his mother.
His father.
His dead father.
He turned and walked away.
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Rather like Marty Robbins gunfighter ballad.
Good one Mart
I think I have heard of it. Dont know it. Made this up in the bath.
Wan’t saying you’d copied it, man. was referring to the feel of it
Isn’t this usually called a short short story. Just wondering!
good read…enjoyed it
I enjoyed reading this as well xox
Enjoyed this, Mart. Didn’t see the end coming. I admire people who can tell a story in just a few well chosen words.
Well done!
Mx
You never disappoint always good ending.
This is worthy of publishing; as is your other work I’ve read. Go for it, mart.
Thanks for your kind words.