CorbinBOOM!
My finger pulled the trigger. It was reflex. Involuntary. Sudden.
Simultaneously, several things happened.
A face in the flash of light. Princess!
Christ! I thought, trying to pull the gun aside so that I’d miss her. Too late!
The bullet flew. As soon as her eyes saw the barrel, she staggered back. It, too, was natural. Reflexive. The move of someone who’d studied martial arts. Evading a punch.
Not enough to evade a gun.
It would have hit her. In the slow motion scene that followed, I saw, quite clearly, that the bullet would have struck between those lovely, piercing blue eyes.
It would have hit her. If not for the cat.
While we were sneaking up on Princess, it, too, had snuck up behind her. Perhaps to scratch her. Perhaps to rub against her legs affectionately. I wou
