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Chapter #3
Sunday drive
by: Unknown
Without a second thought, you toss the gun over your shoulder and turn away. Behind you the plastic weapon clatters to a stop, more or less in the middle of the street. You cross the lawn to the newspaper, completely forgetting about the item.
Well, completely forgetting about it until the sports car races into view.
A black 1967 Shelby Cobra with red trim squeals around the corner at the far end of the block. At the drivers wheel is a young girl - about 19 or 20, obviously out joy riding with her daddies car. Next to her is a redhead in a blue sun dress, laughing as the wind whips her hair about. The driver whips the wheel around, barely avoiding a trio of parked cars.
You turn to watch these two jackasses as the low, meaty rumble of the engine looms closer. The air is rent with the metallic smell of exhaust, belching from the belly of the speeding vehicle. Loud thumping music pours from the speakers. Neither of the two occupants notices the toy gun in the middle of the street. The right front tire of the car smashes the toy to pieces, while the rear finish the job. Within seconds, the gun is reduced to tiny silicon components.
Time stands still. A blinding flash splits the sky, while blue fingers of electricity play over the car. The two girls scream.
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