New story be warned

 Reasons

It was a full moon. The man carried a pistol in his pocket. He walked down the pavement of the small street. There were others out and about. It was early. His gun was a weight in his pocket. He was aware of it. Knew that if he pulled it out and used it there would be panic. People screaming running pointing. Hurt dying dead if he hit them square on. Imagine going to the store and being shot in the face. Your world changed forever. He didn’t remove his gun. It remained in his jeans pocket resting against his hip. Even showing the gun would panic people. It was an object no less no more. It was capable of powerful life ending events. Well the actual bullets were. Without them the weapon was just an object. It could pistol whip someone but needed bullets to work. Or in reality needed a focused person who knew what they were doing. To load aim and shoot the gun. The man knew how to do that and had done so several times. In London, Manila and Rio. A travelling global killer. He bought his weapons locally. Why did he do this? The reasons were his own. The gun sat in his pocket. His hand rested on it. He hummed a tune. Time passed and he walked the streets. Soon he would use it. There were six people ahead of him. Stood by a street vendor eating and talking. He decided to randomly shoot one of them . In his mind he counted down. His hand was ready as was his intent. Soon now. Somebody would get hurt. Always when the moon was full…

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