Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Risk Management-Three Word Wednesday

"Is this a fucking joke?"

She was standing in front of his desk, the gun's barrel pointing straight at his heart. Well, it would be, if he actually had one.

She held the gun with both hands to keep them from shaking.

"Does it look like a fucking joke, Miles? I'm tired of your bull shit! I'm tired of the way you think you have all the leverage in this relationship! You don't!"

She let her finger slide slowly towards the trigger.

Miles sighed, trying not to roll his eyes at the absurdity of the moment.

"You know, Catherine, this is just a temporary remedy to any problems you believe you have with me. Will shooting me really bring the solution you want?"

She hesitated; she knew he was right, knew deep in her heart that shooting this stupid bastard wasn't worth going to jail for. She started to lower the gun when she saw the tiniest look of arrogance rise in his eyes, a look she'd seen too many times.

"I'll let you know," she said, as she empitied the gun into his chest.


  1. Very tense writing and a great ending. Really liked this.

  2. WHOA! You had me on the edge of my seat -- will she, or won't she? A taut tiny tale!

  3. Thanks Thomma! Glad you liked it.

  4. most tales like this end up with the she won't.. but she did..

    short, yet gripping.. nice..!

  5. SWEET ending. So, was it worth it? I was feeling this as I read it. Intense! I wanted that trigger to slide back, and I felt the kick of the gun. Nicely done! The three words melted into the story. I couldn't see them there. Good writing. And fun.