Shared from Days with the Undead…
Like a disco ball, the silver pendant hung from the limb, casting dabbled shadows as it spun in the wind. Underneath it, they gathered, faces skyward, arms reaching for the trinket.
The shot ricocheted off the trees, downing one of them. The burst of sound caused them to cock their heads, trying to discern the possibility of prey. But the cascading pinpoints of light dancing across the landscape pulled them back in.
The pair with the guns locked eyes, their smiles wide as they realized their plan had worked. More shots rang out in the silence of the summer morning.
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