Kismet (2011)
“I stare at the hand holding the smoking weapon and blink because the hand has no body. I follow the path of where the barrel points. Hyde stares at me funny, his green eyes searching frantically, and I wonder if I’ve been shot. If I have, I don’t feel any pain, no weak muscles or anything wet and sticky oozing from a bullet hole. But then everything freezes; the world comes to a halt with an infinitesimal pause as I try to figure out what’s just happened. I look down at myself, to make sure not...hing is wrong, but my eyes instead come to rest on Hyde’s chest.
The wound is not on me.
Blood gushes out with every beat of his heart, turning the dark shirt he wears bright and shiny. There are even chunks of skin gaping from the hole. I want to vomit but find myself slightly off-kilter, detached, like I’m at the bottom of a pond swimming to reach the surface.
Then his knees buckle and he falls, arms gliding gracefully beside him to look like broken angel wings. He bounces once as his body slams onto the ground.MoreLess
The wound is not on me.
Blood gushes out with every beat of his heart, turning the dark shirt he wears bright and shiny. There are even chunks of skin gaping from the hole. I want to vomit but find myself slightly off-kilter, detached, like I’m at the bottom of a pond swimming to reach the surface.
Then his knees buckle and he falls, arms gliding gracefully beside him to look like broken angel wings. He bounces once as his body slams onto the ground.MoreLess
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