Had to have been about twenty of them there across the abyss. Why I felt the need to warn Yorley about what I needed I don’t know. Maybe I did have a death wish. I shuddered at my brush with morality (mortality?). “Better now.” I looked up and down my side of the aisle; I found something that might help me on my quest. The wooden flagpole was about five feet long and should just reach without exposing too much of me. I scooted back to my original spot. The bullet was out of her gun almost before I moved. It smashed into the base of the display case sending old marshmallow candies spraying. I swung the pole hitting the hanging lighters, at least three of them clattered to the floor, I had little time to celebrate as the end of the flagpole shattered, blown apart by her next shot. “Damn, you’re good,” I told her as I pulled my arm a little tighter to my side. I was getting sick of taking damage and so apparently was Hugh.
