DESCRIPTION
A car slowly gained on him. Soon it was even with Daniel's. It was a black sports model, low slung and powerful looking with black tinted glass and black sidewall tires. He looked over at the black car again just as the tinted window slowly descended revealing two men in the car. Daniel was about to look away when he noticed that the passenger was holding something in his hand. As the passenger moved it, the sun glinted off the polished metal surface. At that instant the object came clearly into view and an intense chill ran through Daniel. It was a gun! A very large gun! And it was pointed directly at him! [4,959 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I have been writing for the past 10 years. I have written short stories, essays, Op-Ed pieces, magazine length articles, and 3 novels entitled, "The Acorn Academy," "Boneman," and "Puppet Boy." I am presently at work on my 4th novel entitled, "Square Pegs." [February 2000]
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