It was my mum who pulled the trigger. She said it was a warning shot. But I know my mum. She knew what she was doing. She had done a stint with the military before deciding she wanted to diversify her people skills and try to deal with uncivilised civilians. But she always kept a shotgun. And a pistol. Small, sexy, sleek. It fit into her handbag.
This is part 3 of the arbitrary short story series: Spur of the Moment. If you missed part 1 and 2, click here and here respectively. And since we are mostly stuck at home, I will do this weekly, every Friday. Do share the link with your friends so this #lockdown #stayhome #WFH situation staysContinue reading “#3 Spur of the Moment”