"Heavenless"
10. And in September, Father
Watching the road roll by outside of her window, Brigitte distinguished the odd details from the totality of the scenery. The lonely tree in the field. The snow-covered roadside and the crunch of asphalt underneath them. The heating of the bus, keeping her warm from the fierce cold outside. The hum of the engine and that rumbling sound, constant.
All she could think about was, silver bullet, in a gun, to her head, the end.
Oh, wait. What had Sam said? My van did a pretty good job on it, without the benefit of silver bullets, so let's just forget the Hollywood rules.
Okay, then. Regular bullet. In a gun, to her head. The end.
Give me a gun and help me load it.