He’s so weary his bones ache. He shuffles in the chair, changes the grip on the rifle, rubs his face. He won’t fall asleep, it’s the kind of tired that sleep fears. But he worries he won’t shoot the way he should. The signal shatters the nocturnal quiet. They’re coming.
A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “bone tired”
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