http://slow.writerscafe.org/CtPens The original writings of author Christeena en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776121436 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It was aimedto my forehead. The sunlight reflected off its silver metal. It was in herhand. It was in the little girl’s hand. The gun was in her hand. Her eyes,filled with fear. Her brown hair swayed at the corner of her face. I was lyingdown… on a field that I don’t remem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CtPens/1891989/