47 bullets. 47 words. 1 Dead.

Eight pistols and 47 bullets,

"Lost my eight-hour sleep for you idiots"

One slot left, one bullet down

No investigations required

I shot 47 in their heads

I didn't need a bullet to my head,

My guilt killed me in the night,

Apparently, I didn't lose sleep.

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I never knew how little number of words can still etch a scar to the mind, 47 words sharp, count it if you want. Don't exile me to the Underworld. Great oppurtunity, now I have +1 piece of writing I'm proud of written :).

Paul and John's 47-Words Short Story Unofficial Challenge.

"Though I dare someone to do that and completely baffle us"

Did I baffle you?

atleast tried :)