20: Decisions
“This is our last dance. This is our last dance. This is ourselves.”~ Queen and Freddy Mercury
The TV in Frank’s house was playing a grainy rendition of The Lion King as its owner stared up at the ceiling. He had finally remembered enough of the electronics training he took once thanks to the union and never used again to get the damn thing working. The luger sat on the misshapen coffee table to his right, repaired and functional for all the good the three remaining bullets could do. As soon as he had come back into the city it unjammed with a single pull of the forked lever on top, spitting out a malformed shell like a child pretending it had never had its hand in the cookie jar to begin with.
The first two days back he had been defiant. All those ridiculous stories about
