I go for my rifle.
By the time he’s looking up at me, I’ve already taken aim. It takes him a couple more seconds to recognize me, and I know when he’s done it because the expression falls off his face. You see the gun pointed at you, you son of a bitch? I’m about to say it, I’m about to give him fair warning because I’m a lady like that, but then the bastard grins.
I pull the trigger.
That right there is a little bit of what I’m writing this month. I’m in love this story. The excerpt above is from the first two thousand words or so. Right in the beginning! Gotta love a lady who takes action.
This story is dark, and romantic, and strange. My characters keep surprising me.
I thought I’d share some songs from the playlist for this project of mine.