Flash Fiction: Guns Drawn

Do you shoot to kill? Or do not shoot at all? This is a flash fiction called:

Guns Drawn

The twelve stood in a circle, and in the center was a person who was not human. Not alien either. Not anything understood by anyone, but there all the same.

The twelve looked nervous and wanted to find an exit. No exit existed. The walls remained white and without a door. They did not remember how they arrived in that spot, nor who the others around them might be. Continue reading