“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.
This, That, and the Other 
A touch of melodrama!
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The image prompted it, don’t you think?
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It is such a view that you can take it anywhere. Good story
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Wow that is intenses
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Wait; don’t stop now. There’s so much more we readers need to know…
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But there’s only so much you can say in three lines!
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You reeled us in, now what?
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Ok, but what did Charles do?? How did we get here? Great story writing, great take on this picture.
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Good questions. I’d need a few more than three lines to answer them. 😏
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