Shoot to kill

Darlene stopped at the ticket booth and Junie crowded up beside her. “How many tickets you want to get?” Darlene asked.

“I’ve got ten bucks,” Junie said.

“Okay.” Darlene turned to the woman in the tiny ticket booth. “We’ll each take ten bucks worth.” A wad a tickets came snaking out at them and they turned to weave their way toward the shooting gallery. Junie didn’t even have to think twice about it, she knew that was the first place Darlene wanted to go. Darlene thought she was some kind of reincarnation of Annie Oakley, always talking about what a great shot she was and how she wasn’t afraid to shoot to kill.

Junie thought it was just bluster. Darlene wouldn’t shoot anybody, even though a lot of people really pissed her off…


Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

One thought on “Shoot to kill”

  1. “Mother-FUCK!” Starks yelled as he dived into the dust. “Where the fuck did that shit come from?” He rolled behind the jeep, fumbling with his weapon as he tried to reach cover and spot the source of the grenade at the same time.

    “Gibbs! Shit, man, did you see that? Jeezus H! I thought we were…Gibbs? Hey, man….oh no…no….FUCK! GIBBS!!!!!!!!!!!!”

    Starks threw himself to his feet and flew out from behind the jeep, shooting blindly in all directions, shooting to kill…

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