“Drop the gun,” I told her. “I’ll give you what you want. I
promise.”
“You’re a liar. You got it from your father,” she said
accusingly. I could see the beginnings of tears forming in her eyes.
I slowly opened my bag and showed her the contents, strewn
about in no sort of order. Her eyes grew wide when she beheld the coveted item.
“It’s the blue jar,” she said. I picked it up gingerly and
put it into her cold hand. She kept the gun pointed at me until she had turned
the corner, disappearing into the night.
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Ugh, this one has so many interesting details I want to know more about! Especially the, "You got it from your father" line. Super intrigued!
ReplyDeleteDefinitely sounds like the middle of a story! I'm with Ka!te, I want to know more!
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