Called
and
I stand at his door.
Shoot me, he says.
I laugh
my sidearm holstered.
Pushed aside by those above us.
I watch him light a fire.
and
He is shot.
But not by me.
Called
and
I stand at his door.
Shoot me, he says.
I laugh
my sidearm holstered.
Pushed aside by those above us.
I watch him light a fire.
and
He is shot.
But not by me.