…..the end came abruptly, and it definitely wasn’t pretty or what he had ever imagined. He felt the bullet slice into the left side of his chest, and he knew instantly that it had found his heart. And now the precious blood that was supposed to be pumping rhythmically out of his left ventricle to perfuse every organ in his body was gushing out of that new jagged hole in the left side of his chest, and he could already feel his strength beginning to ebb as he fought maniacally to retain consciousness. Various objects before him began to lose their shape and texture; they began to grow shadowy. The last thing he remembered before toppling over on the floor was precisely that–the blurring of sharp-lined objects into geometrically rounded shapes oscillating back and forth in bizarre fashion, bobbing up and down like ships on the ocean during a maleficent gale. That, and the fact too that every color in the rainbow had frantically fled the crime scene like scared schoolchildren as blood continued pouring from the gaping hole in his thorax, leaving behind only disparate but boring shades of gray…..
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