Wednesday, May 21, 2008

For years she'd endured the abuse, mental to be sure, but abuse none the less. Many times she'd been driven to the edge of action and then her feminine side pulled her back and she delayed. She had delayed so many times that, infact, she surprised herself when in the last few weeks she had become so focused.

With diligence and careful planning she had acquired the pistol, tapped his phone and hired the P.I. to follow him and get the damning photos.

She'd made up her mind once and for all.

And then the damned gun jambed.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...



focussed on death

11:20 PM  
Blogger Jellyhead said...

Oh no! I've been left hanging on the edge of my seat!

But the fact you could do that shows your writerly skills!

1:50 AM  
Blogger paisley said...

i gotta say "oh no!!!' too!!!! can you imagine,, and with him on the other end... what does she do now... run like hell???????

7:17 AM  
Blogger anthonynorth said...

Guns, eh. You just can't rely on 'em.
Nicely gun - I mean, done.

11:05 AM  
Blogger Tammy Brierly said...


My friend would be dead by an intruder if the gun had not jammed.

Nice job Rel!

2:22 PM  
Blogger Lucy said...

ooh good one Rel! Hope he didn't have a loaded gun in his pocket! :))

2:27 PM  
Blogger Churlita said...

I love these installments. It makes me want to keep coming back and checking for the next one.

5:15 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

oh geez, that was perfect.. you know one day, you just had enuf.. no more no less.. and then, and then... hilarious... is that like murphys law... it may be best if she save her money and go...

2:56 PM  

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