Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Cover Me

"Cover me!" he calls out as he dives across the room. Shots ring out,
whizzing past his head.
The fire stops and he pokes his head out from around the couch. Pop!
A plastic suction cup sticks to his forehead. Laughter erupts from the
far side of the room.
"I got you! Now give me back my bullets," his little brother called
out from across the room.


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