My story at PGS Online (part two)

Part 2 of “Scourge and Minister” is up! (Part 1 here.)

Then the girl had pulled the trigger and the bullet had ripped through the ceiling of her mouth and into her brain, interrupting those memories forever, letting them hang in the charged air of the tiny corridor, abandoned, sparks dancing a jig of liberation one moment in the light that bled around them, in the rush of air stripped of pause, before vanishing into the smoke of spent gunpowder.