by Gavin Williams
High noon. The duelists stand at their respective ends of the street.
“Draw!” barks one, and before he gets his gun free of its holster, the other one is sketching madly with pencil on paper. “What the…?”
“Just wait till I erase you.”
As his gun hand goes transparent and then disappears, the screams begin.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Quick Draw
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