combination to proceed. The muscles in Tommy’s forearm contracting to pull his trigger finger tight, the wind, gravity, even the curvature of the earth, the gunpowder mix in the round and the sheer luck of his casual aim allowing it all to fall into place. A chain of events that Steve would describe as a work of art, if only it were intentional, if only it had an audience that understood what just happened. But now, just a magnificent accident. Pigment smeared on a cave wall.
The resulting explosion knocks the three of them to the ground and shocks the air from their lungs. Tommy gasps and catches his breath in a panic and sits up to look at the burning wreckage now floating in the middle of the dock: What - The fuck - Was that?
Brian and Sarah climb to