I thought somebody dropped a dish. I heard a tinkle of broken glass, but it was followed by what sounded like a distant gun shot. Anica made a yelping noise and I looked at her. Blood was flowing down the front of her dress, staining the tasteful blue to dark red. It seemed to take me ages, but in reality was probably less than a second, to realize she'd been shot and the bullet had come from the woods across the lake and had broken through the window.I dove over and knocked Anica to the floor as the window shattered, letting in frigid air and the sound of more gunfire.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Sunday Six: The Sniper
Today's Sunday Six from Chapter One of Book of Death: