Just before
the trigger of my shotgun clicked and my brains went for a ride, I heard a mild
grunt come from somewhere above me in the dark. A split second later a flash of
blinding red spots appeared in my vision as an explosion went off next to my
head. Getting slammed by a falling human body has a unique way of jarring ones
senses, yes, like hitting your head on ice during a fall.
A failed
suicide attempt had ruined my own when above me, a young guy’s rope, one intended
to hang him, came untied and he fell on me. What were the odds? A couple of fourteen
year old native boys showed up at the same place to end it all and within
minutes of each other no less.
A tooth took
flight as the collision knocked the shotgun barrel from my mouth. The mayhem
also busted my trigger toe, my big one, in the process. Those spots in my eyes faded
as I blinked at them in Morse code. The taste of blood aroused my tongue which
had already begun poking at the newly made gap in my lower teeth.
A warm lanky
body lay across my chest, not very heavy when resting. Add some gravity and a
ten foot drop and it felt like a gorilla attacking. The body moved with a groan
which energized me plenty. Like a sprung mouse trap I flipped upright and
rolled the thing from me while yelling, “What the hell?”
The
throbbing of my toe synched up with the surging and rhythmic ringing in my left
ear, an ear nearly removed by the shotgun blast. Not that it mattered because I
clearly heard yelling from a nearby home some fifty yards away.
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