Short Story / The Gun (Analysis)
The gun felt heavy and cold in Jude’s trembling hand. A cold salty sea-breeze wisped through his hair as he sat in the sand cross-legged with his heavy head hanging like some limp bag. He refused to look up; the world held no joy for him any longer. The gray clouds covering the sky reflected the emptiness in his soul. He mindlessly caressed the trigger of the small, heavy revolver. A brief glimpse of golden hair flashed in his mind. Jude slowly shook his head and ran his left hand through his tangled curls as he shut his eyes tightly.
He tucked the gun into the right pocket of his black woolen trench coat and pulled out a cigarette. As he patted himself for a lighter, his thoughts drifted from the gun to his current state of being. What do I do? Tell me. No answer. Only the crashing of the black ocean waves. Jude cupped his hand around the lighter and flicked it, the small flame catching the end of his Marlboro. He took a long deep puff and exhaled, letting his head loll back down as he rubbed his eyes hard with the palms of his hands
The beach was empty except for him. Bits of damp seaweed speckled the beach like some disease slowly taking over. Jude grinned at the thought before his mind turned back to her. Yes, her. The reason he sat here. Oh he could see her now, in the arms of some other man; holding her tightly as he once did. A revolting pain shot straight through his heart and down his stomach. The urge to spew was almost overwhelming. Taking a deep drag, he held in the smoke and reached again into his pocket.
God this can’t be really happening, he thought as he exhaled, it’s not real. Bright yellow hair again attacked his senses. Lord, he could almost smell her now; that sweet scent of vanilla and lavender. It’s not real. Jude reached into his pocket and felt the handle of the gun. That was real. He pulled it back out of his pocket as he flicked the half smoked cigarette. He opened the chamber and looked to the lone bullet inside. It stared back at him fiercely. He closed the chamber and looked up to the sunless sky. The dark gray clouds smothered everything. Spinning the chamber of the revolver, he snapped it shut. One bullet, one squeeze, and it would be over.
Jude lifted the barrel and rested in his mouth. The metallic taste bit at his tongue. He slowly cocked the hammer back with his finger; his thumb trembled as he began to squeeze. Please forgive me. He tightly closed his eyes. Smooth, sharp features came, then firey golden hair. Her smell filled his nostrils, soaking him. She reached out her hand, so soft…....
The uncaring waves of the ocean swallowed the echo.
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I know this is meant to be a short story, but I would recommend expanding a bit more. what is going through his head as he pulls the trigger? you mention that he can smell her, but you should put something in there about why it hurts him so much that the only way he sees out, is death. you could maybe give a little more detail about his motives and state of mind. Because it is so short, it is lacking in these details.
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I would take a pen and edit this. I would remove/replace cliches, I would tighten phrases that are elaborate, I would add more depth and feeling to the main character.
Examples of cliches just in your first paragraph:
The gun felt heavy and cold in ? trembling hand.
salty sea-breeze
hanging like some limp bag.
the world held no joy for him any longer.
The gray clouds covering the sky reflected the emptiness in his soul.
Jude slowly shook his head and ran his left hand through his tangled curls as he shut his eyes tightly.
You have extra words – like salty, heavy(head)(revolver).
Why one bullet? And spinning the chamber … now isn’t he lucky that the gun went off with the first pull of the trigger?
A good concept… just needs work with the execution.
Really liked this good images you paint the scene well. left me wanting to know more. Did he catch her in the act, why did she do it? Always a good sign when you’re left wanting more but maybe you could lengthen it to give a little more insight, so we can empathise more with the man and be effected more by his eventual demise. Other than that, which is by no means a criticism great work thanks for sharing.
I like the feeling of loneliness that pervades your story. Just one suggestion, use “vomit” rather then “spew”. It’s a more elegant word and still conveys the meaning you are aiming for.
Weak Points:
-“Waves of the ocean” could be narrowed down to just “ocean waves.” Somehow the word “uncaring” doesn’t seem natural, perhaps “indifferent” would be a better fit.
-There may be one too many adjectives on the second line.
Strong Points:
-I like how you use the lack of dialog to accentuate every small gesture, such as looking for the lighter and caressing the trigger. It’s all minimal but it adds a nice touch.
-You’ve taken an archetypal cool guy character (the man in the long black coat, the gunslinger)and done something unexpected with him.
-Great poetic imagery. I particularly enjoyed the seaweed line that describes the ocean as diseased.
This was a pretty good story. It was well written. I liked the way you used the reoccurring flashes of her yellow hair. I think it could be expanded. I don’t quite buy that Jude is at the point of despair that he would take his own life. Take time to develop that aspect. You could easily double the word count. I liked the ending like. It was very effective.
very macabre. Descriptive as well.
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