Two Paragraph Short Story

Back in college, I took a couple of writing classes.  In retrospect, not the best way to spend money in college, but whatever.  I don't regret taking the classes.  There were many different writing exercises that our professor had to get us to write.  One was to try and write a short story in two to three paragraphs.  It was to try and get the plot across without excessive writing.  It was fun.  It challenged you to leave a little to the imagination of the reader.  To let them try to fill some things in for themselves.  Anyway, here's one I came up with just a couple of days ago.  The idea just popped in my mind and was reminded of this exercise.  Enjoy!

I

Smoke rose from the barrel of the pistol.  The body fell.  My ears rang.  As the blood pooled around my feet, I stepped back.  Jesus fucking Christ.  Oh man, they came out of nowhere.  How did I even wrestle the gun away from them?  Is there anyone else around?  Did anyone see that?  What do I do.  Shit.  shit shit shit shit.  The alley.  They came from the alley.  I should see if anyone else is down there.  It's pretty dark here.  Maybe no one saw it.  Maybe no one saw my face.  Maybe I should call the cops.  Maybe.  Or maybe I should just...leave?  Are they even dead?  Do I check on them?  A step towards them.  Sirens wail in the distance.  Footsteps turn to sprints. 

You

Your hands shake as you ponder how best to go about this.  You're justifying it in your mind.  This is for the family.  Your family.  This will help put food on the table.  For at least one day.  That's your thought anyway.  That's your hope.  You weighed the pros and the cons.  You tell yourself this is a one time thing.  You're close to getting back on your feet financially.  No one will know it was you.  You picked up the gun a few days ago.  You could only afford two bullets.  You waited until it was dark outside.  You hid behind a trash dumpster in an alley.  Footsteps approached.  Alright.  This is it.  Your last thoughts.