More shots echo from the school.
From his roof-top position, Jackson sees his colleagues running low to surround the building.
Jackson has known Billie-Bob all his life. Weird kid, a tad geeky perhaps, but not always bad. Somehow time and life seem to have overwritten any good in him.
A shadow moves near the classroom window; Billie-Bob’s upper body is revealed, sunlight flashing off his gun barrel.
Jackson’s finger tightens on the trigger.
The system is restored, order is protected.
But Jackson will wonder, for the rest of his life, whether the kid had his hands held high.
Well, that’s November done, snow is falling on my website but in three more weeks the days will start to get longer. Winterphobic? Moi? No, Nyctophobic might be closer to the truth 🙂 The multi-talented Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, our celebrated Snow Queen, once more leads the Friday Fictioneers out onto the ice for a waltz or two. Thank you, Rochelle.