The Disassembled Life of Duncan Cole by S. Hart

Author:S. Hart [Hart, S.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2014-05-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six –

Preparing for a Long Day

There was a moment when I woke up and couldn’t find Sam in my bed where I truly believed that Calvin had come and taken him in the night. A half second later, I was storming through the parlor and pulled a firearm from the sideboard with every intention to go and test how many bullets it would take to turn Calvin into slush. But, my panic ended when I heard Sam let out a curious, “Hmm.” I froze, my hand awkwardly paused with a weapon in grasp, guiltily blushing as I slowly looked over my shoulder.

The reason that Sam wasn’t in my bed was simply that he’d woken up before me. And, like a fool, I had just run myself into the parlor and retrieved a loaded gun from the furniture, letting Sam know that there were guns to find in the process. He eyed the firearm in my hand, then blinked at me over a cup of coffee and a plate of his favorite cakes. “Duncan?”

I stood with the evidence of my sudden homicidal urge in my hand, not bothering to hide what he’d already seen. He wet his lips and waited for me to reply, too patient for me to believe that I wasn’t about to be yelled at for turning the sitting area into a large and elaborate armory. After a brief pause, I saw that he was going to wait for me to acknowledge that I was being talked to, so I quietly answered, “Yes, Sam?”

Sam shifted his weight in his chair, his voice both careful and suspicious when he pointed a finger at the gun in my hand and asked, “How many more weapons are hidden in this room?”

I held up a hand and feigned innocence, like maybe I could convince him that they’d always been there even though he would obviously know better. I’d pulled a gun from under his mattress the day before, from a bed that he knew was built without deadly weaponry installed. The way he was staring at me clearly showed how he felt about that. Providing him with more proof of my arguably well-founded paranoia, I realized that pulling that gun was a critical error, because he was going to make me disarm my parlor. I let out a nervous chuckle, which only seemed to make him more impatient for my answer. I sheepishly requested, “Define weapon?” When he paled and started to eye the walls like they were about to assassinate him, I laughed out, “You’ll be fine, I won’t let the coffee machine get you. I promise.”

Sam stabbed an insulted glare at me over an embarrassed flush. He moodily snapped, “I don’t need your protection, Duncan.”

I cocked my head to the side and stared at him, which only made him redden faster. I didn’t believe that for a damn second and I made no attempt to hide it.

A low sound of frustration came from Sam as he set his coffee back on the table I’d recently rebuilt.

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