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meander

She's caught off guard when she sees the shadow breaking up over the dunes.
She knows what she has to do so she lets go of the coffin and draws her pistol.

Slowly, she cocks the hammer back with her thumb as she tries to close her left eye around those stalks. She can feel them wiggling into her brain now. Unsure just how much left of the juice in this bottle is hers, she pulls the trigger.

Sand blows up at the shadow's feet. Drifting in and out of reality.
She thumbs her hammer back, revolving the cylinder and she fires again.
Repeat.
She aint sure if he falled yet, she can't quite see.
Repeat.

Falling to her knees in the sand, she feels like a snow angel.
Merely an imprint on her land.

She tumbled before and it aint never been enough to stop her. The shadow is dark vapors. Still, she thumbs the hammer back and she fires again.

And maybe them eyes never opened again but some did. Off in the distance. Somewhere.