Gunfire: The King's Men


This too shall pass.

The head butler coughed meaningfully. My sister glanced up, and rose without a sound.

"I will thank our guest for his company, and we will attend to your situation shortly. In the meantime, Charles, would you put together some provisions for these two? Speed over quality, please."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Thank you."

She left. I lay the rifle gently on the table.

Ryle inclined his head minutely. I like her.

I narrowed my eyes, deftly opening up the gun. Don't even think about it.

He raised his eyebrows and looked away. Fine. Have it your way.

Pulling out a cloth, I quickly cleaned the chamber before reassembling the weapon and checking the sights. It was mindless work, and I was quite aware when Grace stepped up behind me.

I turned, gently, as she deliberately made a noise.


"Yes, Grace?"

"Sir, they say a Minister has been shot. The king's men are out in the streets."

She bit her lip, while I maintained a studiedly blank look.

"How awful, Grace. I hope that they do not come to harm."

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I like the style of unspoken conversations they're so adept at. Quite entertaining.

  • #243 Posted 8 years ago
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It's fun to write!

Mechanically speaking, it's also more interesting to the reader than "I said", "he said" all the time.

Most likely I'll use it more often for interactions with Ryle, since the pair are not exactly talkative.

  • #245 Posted 8 years ago
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I noticed a minute hesitation from Grace. Curious, I made eye contact.

There it was again - a blink…

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