I know I am way behind on JSW prompts. At least, my responses and re-blogging your responses. July was a busy month and the writing bug just withered away. I know August will be better! So, here’s to a great month of Just Start Writing prompts!
Feel free to join in and respond to the prompt. Please try to keep your response under 300 words. If you reply, I will re-blog your post to my site (sometimes I am slow, but I get there).
Y’d think it would be self-explanatory, but I’ve known some dense ones in my time. Most of’em, consequently, are sleeping in the dirt. Real restful, that.
A lady holding a gun don’t sit well with me. Ladies are ladies. Guns are not. Nor are they made for ladies, what with their killing ability and all. Course lots of folk disagree, most of them those very ladies.
So that’s how I come to find myself standing at the top of the stairs, hands raised, dark-haired lady pointing her pistol at me. Damn uncomfortable, for sure.
“Thought i told ya not to come back here!”
“Ah, Rosie, you’d of missed me if I didn’t come back now and again.”
She gave me that look. “I’ll miss ya right to the gave you don’t get outta here.”
“Don’t be so darn mean,” I replied. “I brought ya a bag of penny candies.”
“Penny candies don’t make up for what you did, Jake.”
“It was only once, Rosie, I swear.”
“Swearing in my house now?”
Used to be my house and now it apparently ain’t. Maybe I’m one of them dense ones. Sure didn’t think she’d act this way.
Wood-chips flew up next to my foot.
“What’cha….” I stumbled back down’em steps and to the door, falling outside. You know it, I got to my feet and ran like the devil was after me. And maybe he was cause that damn woman ran me all the way out-of-town with that pistol.
Least I gotta eat them candies.