Leon’s knuckles tightened around the steering wheel. He’d parked at a distance and watched as the man entered the house. Leon’s house.
Moments later, Leon went in, a gun in hand. Gloria. The secrets. It all made sense.
Through the kitchen doorway came whispers. A giggle. Gloria’s giggle. He flicked off the safety and stepped inside, slipping the gun inside his coat.
People jumped out. Shouted. “Surprise!”
He blinked, stepped back.
Gloria floated over. “Happy 40th, love.” She kissed him. Laughed. “You didn’t suspect?”
He glanced at a man who stood nearby looking uneasy. “No, not a thing.”
I”m jealous you wrote this fantastic story instead of me.
Nice setup Krystal. And I loved the last line, which tells the whole story.
Fantastic!
I really enjoyed this. Glad you didn’t go for shooting the guy. Yet.
The only thing is… if he was supposed to be there anyway, would this other guy have been sneaking into his house?
Love this! Surprised Leon, surprised me.
I love it! But I wanted more! Amazing suspense for such a short piece! You go girl!!!
What really shocked me was the ease with which he carried a gun and was prepared to use it. Coming from England, this is completely alien to me, but exactly the impression we have of Americans. Disturbing.