#778217 added March 21, 2013 at 6:07pm Restrictions: None
Day 7: Smoking...Gun
He smoked, that was for sure. Wispy grey tendrils curled to the left of his head. If I squinted I could just make out the devil over his shoulder, whispering in the tobacco mist: kill her. The gun camouflaged by the dark shadow of his overcoat, but I knew it was there. "You're dead, woman."
Prompt: 50/60s gangster or bloody video game roman soldier, two blades
Style: 55 word story
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