“Don’t you dare turn around and walk away from me,” Trish said as Charles headed into the cold fog that was rapidly descending over the waterfront.
Trish reached into her purse and pulled out a pistol, aimed it at Charles, and fired.
As Charles turned around in shock and disbelief, Trish yelled out, “my next shot won’t miss, you bastard.”
Written for Sonya’s Three-Line Tales prompt. Photo credit: Philippe Mignot via Unsplash.