Kentucky Moon
By Jimmy Calabrese
We pulled into the lot of the old gas station, the only car parked out front glowed with a ghostly hue from the moonlight. I reached into my jacket and pulled out my gun.
The robbery took a week to plan and only a second to fall apart. Hank was supposed to enter the gas station to clear out the customers while I waited, but as soon as he entered I heard the blast of his shotgun. I ran inside and found the clerk erupting blood like a volcano from a hole in his chest.
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