Heron
by A. Pseudonym
A kid who threw a rock at a heron was shot by my gun, after my finger pulled the trigger, my eye having aimed the barrel at his head. He became dead and fell into the water with his victim, and my finger was not sorry, nor did mine eye apologize. As for me, I wasn't involved. The heron would survive, though. When the police came I pointed this out.
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I once saw a kid throw a rock at a heron. This is what I wanted to do to him.
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Lean and clean, and almost performative in the sense that it does what it is saying. I feel compelled to comment on the content. When I read this, I was filled with the same frustrated murderous rage I felt when I once saw a father and son throwing firecrackers at seal pups who were sunning on a rock.