By Jhenn Kinnear
Kenna faced the dissident alone, the other hostages safely evacuated. Very little spooked a retired marine, yet she was sweating. This new job was supposed to be less stressful than active deployment.
Her tormentor rested his finger on the button, itching for carnage.
Kenna stood in the blast zone. “We don’t condone this behavior.” Her words sounded weak. Negotiation was pointless. “Right. Playtime’s over.”
Beady eyes shone with glee.
She lunged.
He switched on the fan.
“Noooo!” Kenna’s mouth filled with glitter as her tiny nemesis danced around the craft room in a sparkly mushroom cloud. War had nothing on kindergarten.
Ha! Love that surprise at the end.
This story is soooo good, and what a payoff! The last paragraph–I could feel the glitter in my mouth, and I could see the sparkly mushroom cloud.
And the last line is a great ending. Loved it!
I was expecting a bloody ending, I was not disappointed!
Ha, ha, Shannon. Your comment made me laugh so hard!
Absolutely loved this story! Beautiful dark pose then it zooms out!
Great story!
Great title.
Very clever!
Haha! Glitter is the herpes of the craft world. Fun and well done!