Justin Walker

One Shot

"Wait!" The middle-aged man drew a relieved breath; the scent of mildew and mold from the dilapidated grocery store flooded his senses. It would appear the gunman was at least willing to listen to his plea. With his hands raised, he slowly inched his calloused hand over to his collar, and carefully removed a delicate heart-shaped locket. Keeping his eyes trained on his would-be executioner, he held up the trinket, showing that it was of no threat.