Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers are riding again! And I get to ride along again, finally! Thanks to our leader, Rochelle, for her weekly wrangling of us. And thanks for the lovely photo from Amy Reese 🙂 Do be sure to check out all the other stories based on the photo HERE!

She sat stiffly, ignoring the damp chill and dripping water.

How could he? He was hers. No one could have him. She had taken care of him for years. Was this her thanks? A trampy redhead from advertising?

NO! She shifted on the cold cement in agitation. He needed her. He didn’t realize it yet. But he would.  She just had to save him again.

She heard the clacking of expensive boots on the pavement and the rage suffused her, making it easy to lift the rifle. She pulled the trigger as the red hair came around the corner.

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11 responses to “Friday Fictioneers

  1. That green eyed monster strikes again! Wonderful story Samantha!

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  2. Dear Samantha,

    Hope she as the right redhead.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  3. I suspect her “care” was more than he could handle.

    Great story! I hope you’ll read mine here.

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  4. Great story. She knows what she wants, and thinks she knows what’s best for him…dangerous combination, especially when she has a rifle in her hands.

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  5. This sends chills down my spine. Great story.

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