Her Shield

Her Shield

A Story by Ian D. Mooby

He was only trying to defend her.


            Jerking the trigger, he felt the gun jump in his hand as time seem to slow down.  The bullet entered the back of her head slamming her forward, into a mirror he hadn’t seen in front of her.  The mirror shattered distorting the face he had taken for her attacker as she fell back her forehead now a gaping wound.

            The thud of the gun hitting the floor barely register with him as he stumbled forward in a daze.  He had come to defend her, to protect her, but he had been the threat not the other.  He dropped to his knees cradling her head as the tears began to fall.

            Slipping from the shadows Bob picked up the discard gun in his gloved hand.  His stocking feet barely making as sound as he slipped forward.  The barrel was against the killer’s temple before he realized he wasn’t alone.

            “I couldn’t have planned this better if I had tried.  You killed her trying to protect her from me, when she meant nothing to me.  All your posturing and bragging brought you to this point.”

            George looked up shook and fear contorting his features into a hideous mask, “What are you going to do?”

            “I could pull this trigger, I could end it all, but that will be too easy.”  Bob smiled as he pressed the barrel harder into the other man’s temple.  “Now you will have to live with this and everybody will know, I’ll make sure they do.”

© 2019 Ian D. Mooby

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That was a turn of events. Really good.

There is one little thing: “what are you going to do?”. The w of "what" should be capitalized.

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Ian D. Mooby

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Thank you for reading, commenting and especially for pointing out a mistake.

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Added on May 15, 2019
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Tags: death, flash fiction


Ian D. Mooby
Ian D. Mooby

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A Story by Ian D. Mooby