He missed. by Taylor Silvers 100 Word Flash Fiction contest entry |
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence. He quickly followed me into the house, slapping and punching. I wasn't just going to sit here and take it this time. I matched his every swing. I made contact with his nose, it started to bleed slowly. I swung around catching him in a choke hold. He gasped and shook for breath, unable to keep my grip I let him drop to the ground. Facing torward him, now brought astonishment, when he stood, eye to eye, raising a 0.9mm to my forhead. I smiled with relief, as I leaned into to the cold muzzle, and threatened, " Don't miss."
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