Today's Sunday Six from Chapter One of
Book of Death:
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.
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