click click goes the empty gun
click clack opens the barrel
rattle-shake goes the bullet box
swishhh-tick, slides in the bullet
meow-ow, says the cat
scratch-scratch, pet, pet on the cat's head; her final goodbye
whir-snap closes the barrel
wooo-sha; cold wind from the open window
drip, drip, drip; water from the faucet
drum-drum; her fingers on the table
s-s-s-scrape; the chair moves from the table
clack, clack, clack cocks the gun
step, step; her feet pace
cre-e-eak, cre-e-eak; the floorboards of the dingy apartment complain
tut-tut; her foot taps the floor
step-step-step; rapid movement of her feet
ah-h-h-h, she draws her breath in
rattle-tremble; the gun shakes in her hand
bum-de-bum, bum-de-bum, bum-de-bum pounds her heart
sniffle-sniffle; her sobbing will soon end
gasp, the realization of soon being no more
click-BANG.
 
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