He wore black, eyes visible through the slit in the face mask. I’d never seen a gun up close, and the experience was surreal. I thought of the first poor people to be killed by guns. They must have been shocked when these shiny metal objects shot dots that killed.
“Don’t shoot,” I said, out of breath. “You’re not invincible, not yet,” Paula had told me. But he took aim. I grabbed a handful of gravel, dirt and sand and chucked it in his eyes.
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