Straight through the Heart
This story was published in ZineWest 2007, and gained a Highly Recommended nomination in their annual competition.
One morning, Thomas prepared for work.
Mobile phone, jacket with big pockets, USB, matchbox, packet of cigarettes, balaclava.
He picked up his gun and caressed the length of the double barrel, the polished wooden handle. At a touch of his finger, the magazine opened. He slid open the matchbox and took out the bullets. Two of them, polished to perfection and gleaming in the morning light.
His phone beeped.
Damn it.
Holding the gun in one hand, he grabbed the phone and looked at the screen. SMS from the boss. Target moving towards the station.
OK, time to roll. He tucked the gun under his jacket, slipped the phone, USB and cigarettes in his poc
