I Draw Tight My Life
A fabulous monologue spoken by a hand gun which talks to the reader about its anxiety and what it thinks is happening outside the small bedroom drawer in which it sits. The gun tells of its fears and delusions, and the challenges it might face in anticipation of unknown threats that might befall it. More
A fabulous monologue spoken by a hand gun which talks to the reader about its anxiety and what it thinks is happening outside the small bedroom drawer in which it sits. The gun tells of its fears and delusions, and the challenges it might face in anticipation of unknown threats that might befall it. By the author of ThinkFish and The Paranoid Helix.
I am this anxious hand gun, and if not, I am nothing that is consequential. Lying in a bedroom drawer, it is for unexpected dangers I await, for I am as yet unused. If I am picked up and then loaded, I know the bogies have come at last. But before then, while I am uncomfortable, thoughts of distant troubles animate me because I will do things like the Man of Steel does; who always gets to the strife before ordinary heroes do. And I might yet take from God’s blind spots His power, and deal with the unpredictable in the only way I know - shoot. Given the chance I will channel His Will, preventing evil when faith and prayers fail. I am the good gun taking out the bad. Bring me tension, and I am insolent before the cry of war. My trigger is taut, my barrels are clean, and my intentions are to clear the world of its vermin and filth. I am not merely a gun. I have goodness on my side. If an entire nation’s citizens possess a gun, some are surely bad, and for them I anxiously await. And all these freedom loving people with guns who walk streets and drive highways shouldn’t think themselves free, because they are really like me, trapped in a dark space, waiting.
Dread is my terrible thing. Because I am a gun I do not experience stress like my potential users might. They are alert, and naturally alarmed. I do not fear, nor worry, nor am I restless. I am merely anxious. I feel this way because I know what is to be done when the time comes. I will maim, or extravagantly, kill. I may not know anything about the target. I might be used in self defence, or for revenge. As for what I am, I was legally purchased from a gun shop a year ago. I was a sale item. This is all I know about myself.