Two-hundred words based on this photo prompt at Sunday Photo Fiction:
Tabitha steadied the gun and took aim. A red line marked her target, wiggling as her wrist quavered. She pulled the trigger.
“There.” She foisted the gun on Stephen, then returned the flatware to its shelf. “What’s next?”
Stephen sighed and studied the papers he held. “Uh, twelve chargers?” He glanced around the housewares section, empty save for another browbeaten guy and overeager woman. “Wouldn’t that be in electronics?”
She giggled. “No, silly. It’s a decorative base for the plate.” Continue reading