The Gunman

The Gunman by Alice H. Brown (a Short Story Contest entry)

“Do you think he really means it?”

“Yes,” she texted back.

The twins hid under a covered display table. A gunman had quietly slipped into their classroom locking the door. He ordered everyone against the windowed wall. Then he just stood there pointing the rifle. Minutes ticked away.

Finally, he said, “It’s too much.”

There was a loud blast. Screams. The gunman collapsed. Blood splattered onto the display cloth. All wemt eerily quiet.