“Look out!” I cried as I upended the table in Valentin’s face.
The heavy cast iron seemed to float through the air, as light as a feather, but I wasn’t paying it any attention. In that timeless moment of extreme stress my mind was busy ticking things off my internal to-do list.
Shield Valentin with the cast iron table. Check.
Reach for gun in purse. Check.
Lunge out of chair. Check.
Shoot assassin…
You can see the photo prompt, and read the rest of my latest attempt at :
http://www.indiesunlimited.com/2013/10/05/flash-fiction-challenge-hell-comes-to-breakfast/
While you’re there, why not write a story of your own? It’s just 250 words and the winner of each weekly challenge is selected by readers’ choice, so we all have a chance to win. 🙂
Happy Sunday,
Meeks
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October 10th, 2013 at 11:16 am
I’m glad you were on Valentin’s side. I’d hate to see what you’d do to him otherwise…
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October 10th, 2013 at 11:58 am
-cough- I’ve discovered there is a less than nice-old-lady side to my character. 😉
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October 6th, 2013 at 8:11 pm
Excellent but sad. I do hope she finished her bacon and eggs first.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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October 7th, 2013 at 12:44 am
Probably more like a dry wafer and low fat water…damn, I just realised I missed a golden opportunity! Last regret = ‘why didn’t I have the bacon and eggs?’
Now /that/ would have been an ending. 😀
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October 6th, 2013 at 1:00 pm
Great mini story!
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October 6th, 2013 at 1:30 pm
Thank you 🙂
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