Writing for Fun
September 2010
Fifty Words
The Gunslinger - Mavis Sipple
He stood in the doorway, staring, big, dark, menacing, cutting off her retreat.
Petrified, she backed towards the cupboard, hand behind searching for the gun.
Finger on the trigger she fired one shot. He retreated and fled, scared.
(She breathed a sigh of relief, thank heaven for 'Spider Stop')