"A life without struggle? Such a thing should not exist. It's like a gun without bullets, ya know? What's the purpose? All you need is one bullet to give your life meaning. The only question is, what are you going to do with it when you get your hands on it?"
Pick rolled the heavy pistol in his hands, deep in thought before placing it carefully back on the table. He shrugged, throwing a half-grin at the old timer. "I'm more of a knife guy anyway."
I think this is my new favorite of my Gun shots. It's an old one I never posted for reasons that have now been fixed.
MAY expand this excerpt...