The first hit grazed my thigh, causing a minor nuisance. The one to my side, however, might be a problem. I didn’t plan on getting shot tonight, so I left my car several blocks away. Covering that distance with a bullet lodged just above my hipbone is going to be a b***h.
No one is around as I limp across the parking lot—only me, the stars, and the full moon casting its light over the deserted surroundings.
I stop my advance for a moment and observe the sky. When I was a kid, I’d often sneak out when everyone in my foster home fell asleep and climb onto the roof to watch the sky. It wasn’t the dark expanse or its apparent endlessness that captivated my attention, but rather, the twinkling dots of those distant stars. They seemed so small, yet, their glow penetrated the darkness as if the
