The Stuff of Nightmares Part 12
He looked down at his fingers with their strange bumps from so many breaks. He remembered each one.
He had refused at first, refused to take the gun. They had forced his hand around it. The snap as a finger broke was so small in the larger picture that he had barely felt it. It had been only when they started on the other man that he had accepted the inevitable, holding the gun to his own head while they held the tattered figure in their grip.
The other had looked on, then he had nodded his head in acceptance.
He looked down at his fingers with their strange bumps from so many breaks. He remembered each one.
He had refused at first, refused to take the gun. They had forced his hand around it. The snap as a finger broke was so small in the larger picture that he had barely felt it. It had been only when they started on the other man that he had accepted the inevitable, holding the gun to his own head while they held the tattered figure in their grip.
The other had looked on, then he had nodded his head in acceptance.