Drabble
By Lillian
BEN AND
HOSS WERE IN THE BARN WHEN THEY HEARD THE UNMISTAKABLE SOUND OF
GUNFIRE.
ONE…TWO…THREE.
THEY RAN
INTO THE YARD. THEY FROZE. THEY WERE PARALYZED.
IT
COULDN'T BE.
IT COULDN'T BE.
ADAM WAS
SPRAWLED AWKWARDLY ON TOP OF LITTLE JOE.
NEITHER OF THEM WAS MOVING.
AS IF
REHEARSED, THEY RAN IN TANDEM.
BEN LOOKED
DOWN AND SAGGED. HOSS GRABBED HIS PA.
THREE BLOODY HOLES MUTILATED ADAM'S BACK.
HE WASN'T MOVING…HE WAS HARDLY BREATHING.
BEN GENTLY
ROLLED HIM OVER.
JOE WAS
COVERED IN BLOOD. IT WASN'T HIS…IT WAS ADAM'S.
"PA…PA…WHY
DID HE DO IT?"