Fail, fail, fail, fail, succeed

Describing a Murder in One Paragraph

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“Without hesitation, the masked silhouette shot him once at point-blank range. The wino’s skull bounced up from the impact, surrounded by a red, halo-like mist; his body convulsed once and then was still. A pool of blood formed around his head, draining into the gutter like crimson molasses. The whole thing happened so fast I didn’t have time to think.”

From my novel “Lost On the Wilder Shores”