Hard Memory - Short Stories, #3

An eternity passed before the spent shell hit the pavement. The distant tink of metal on asphalt and the pounding of rain on trash cans barely registered at all. The man standing in front of Josh stared in disbelief."Oh-" he managed before folding to his knees. Rain and blood dripped down the front of his shirt. Josh stared at the pistol in his shaking hands, his fingers refusing to loosen their grip.
A little red LED blinked from the butt of the gun, sending the signal to his comrades. Telling them that an officer had discharged his weapon, and to respond.