Prompt courtesy of BeKindRewrite’s Inspiration Mondays
Dzinski knew the old saying was wrong. The brave, if they ever existed, rushed headlong into the sharp points of danger. They bleed and screamed.
And they died.
Fortune favoured the people who squinted at the horizon and huddled down to wait out the storms. Sure, they took their licks along the way. Had to stand stiff-necked under the scrutinizing glares. Had to hear the whispered stabs and muffled snickers. Had to sit quietly and do nothing as the rain pounded on their roofs.
Those people won.
He made sure his .38 was loaded and kicked in the apartment door.
A Bunch of Dumb Words in a Row 
Oooo. Nice little snippet. Way to use a prompt to its fullest. Good to have you and Dzinski back – it’s been too long!
Sure have missed this guy!