There was more blood than she thought there’d be. But then she’d fired more bullets than she’d planned to. Something took over after the first shot. The physical action as well as its result were both more satisfying than she’d anticipated.
She threw the gun into the boat with all the strength she could muster, and a little more mustered by adrenalin. It went right through and, smiling, she watched him and the boat sink.
To think the idiot thought she’d go out with him a second time. Not after what happened the first time. Not after that. No way.
She threw the gun into the boat with all the strength she could muster, and a little more mustered by adrenalin. It went right through and, smiling, she watched him and the boat sink.
To think the idiot thought she’d go out with him a second time. Not after what happened the first time. Not after that. No way.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Georgia Koch
I actually came up with the first lines this morning while in the bathroom, before seeing the prompt. I then worked the prompt in as a way of continuing the story - so thank you, Rochelle for the help.
The first thing I thought about, though, when seeing the prompt was Richard Parker and a terrible rhyme I wrote after learning about the Richard Parkers who have been cannibalised.
The first thing I thought about, though, when seeing the prompt was Richard Parker and a terrible rhyme I wrote after learning about the Richard Parkers who have been cannibalised.
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