She held the gun with stiffened arms in front of her.
Coming into the bedroom, he said, “Hey, handle with care honey, it’s loaded.”
“No sense in having a gun for protection that’s unloaded,” he said with a sarcastic tone.
“Is this the one you’re using for your wife?”
“I told you, I’m not taking any chances. I’ve hired a professional for that.”
“I could do it.”
“Really?” “You’re a woman.” “What if you freeze?” “I’d be dumb to hire you or any woman.”
She moistened her lips as she gripped the gun tighter.
“Surprise, honey.” “Your wife did.”
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: Liz Young
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