Friday, September 17, 2010

Fragment from Celeterra

The blast from the gun bellowed through the street, loud and obscene.
Vance was hit in the back, squarely between the shoulders. The impact made him stumble forward. He collapsed on the tarmac.
Loud cursing followed, and the sound of a motorcycle racing away. Silence reentered the street.
Vance’s cheek rested on the ground. He suddenly hated the touch and smell of the hot blacktop. His back was covered with warm liquid. The world was at a weird angle, as if an implausible force had tilted the entire universe by 45 degrees.
Slowly he started to lose all sensation in his body.

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