The Minority Report

This is just an excerpt of the lastest posting by the Waiter on Waiter Rant. I suggest you check it and you’ll understand why he’s one of the best writers on the net.

My hand flies to my pistol. Once it clears the holster I rotate the barrel towards the target and fire three rounds from the hip. I don’t hear the noise or feel the recoil. The only outside sensation that makes it into my brain is the smell of gunpowder. But in my mind I’m not seeing a paper target. I’m seeing a flesh and blood man trying to kill me. And as my bullets rip his flesh open a shadow deep inside my soul suddenly roars.

“Not bad,” the instructor says. “You got him in the spine and the left lung.”
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