Here’s my entry for this week’s Mondays Finish the Story!
Word Count: 149
I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured.Most of my strength was gone, bled out in scarlet splatters over the dusty earth. The sun was taking the rest, pummeling me with flame-hot rays.
I supposed it was my own fault, really. Mother had always said I’d end up there if I didn’t turn my life around.
I was never a nice man, but it was never a nice world. I was an outlaw, not a monster.
Reaching down, I felt the bullet holes in my satin coat. They were wet and sticky, stained dark crimson. Blood kept coming.
That hero, that grinning sheriff, had driven me out of town with three bullets in me. He’d forced me into the desert. He’d left me out here to die.
I watched the vulture. It wanted me to die, just like the sheriff did. I wouldn’t give either of them the satisfaction.
Struggling to my feet, I carried on.