A gust of wind slammed the door and we were alone.
“You have any soda?”
I nodded towards the kitchen.
“Could I have some?” His face was strange. The features were an aggregate of everyone I’d ever known. Incredibly normal. The only strange feature was his earring which danced even when his head seemed to be still.
“S-S-Sure.”
“It would be ever so lovely.”
As I passed the leather sofa I heard the creaking as he stood and boots hammering across the floor towards me.
I heard the sound of steel sliding across leather as I drew my father’s revolver.
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