By Peggy Gerber
A resounding thud jarred Eva out of a deep sleep and set her heart racing. She leapt up and reached into her nightstand drawer for her late husband’s gun. She always hated guns, but now she was alone and terrified.
Slowly, Eva crept downstairs, barefoot, so as not to make any noise. She searched the living room until she saw a shadowy figure. She cocked the gun and fired.
The bullet whizzed past the intruder, shattering the television. “Mom! No! It’s me!” The lamp switched on. “I caught an earlier flight!”
Grateful for her bad aim, Eva savored her son’s embrace.
Lovely story and a beautiful end.
Beautifully written
I enjoyed reading this.
Lovey story
Glad that this surprise didn’t turn into a tragedy!
Trite
Really, really lovely story for Christmas. Thank you.
I was so scared what the end would be. In so few words, you had me so involved. Then it just made my day.
This was a terrifying story. I’m glad it ended well, but what if it hadn’t? Your MC would never forgive herself.
Well written. Congrats! You made me care.
Thank God she had a bad aim. It’s a blessing no one was killed. I guess the message is don’t be so quick on the draw and try to make sure everything is clear before you make your shot. Great story!
This story has been true and the aim has been true. It is the false security of a gun.
I love this story. An excellent write. I’m glad she missed her aim. What an irreparable loss it would have been.
Sometimes one has little choice but ‘to go it alone’ were decision are made before the blink of an eye. Far too often, we answer questions based on fear. Had you been the protagonists would you pull the trigger?
Hmm, Nice story Peggy,
Happy New Year, Everyone
You’re a good writer….Peggy Sue….and I’m proud of your accomplishments. It is wonderful to be read about those that love you…but why not make the leap and try to get really published. You’re good….Now be brave.