Wandering Eye

He fell with a certain sideways grace. Thud

Slow, black blood congealing.

The gun, black, hot. Heavy.

I sat. Waiting.

I dropped the gun.

The weight stayed.

“Police, drop the weapon!”

“It’s down.”

That’d teach that bastard, with his wandering eye,


Written for BeKindRewrite’s prompt, Wandering Eye, and for the Trifecta Writing Challenge prompt: Grace (third definition as usual. Comments and criticism always welcome! 


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16 thoughts on “Wandering Eye

  1. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned??
    I wouldn’t mess with her :/

  2. Oooh. Now I want know the rest!

  3. Draug419 says:

    I laughed even thought I shouldn’t. Great work.

  4. “I dropped the gun. The weight stayed.”

    I like this. To me it says that, even though she(?) got her revenge, she still feels shitty. Revenge isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

    I’m with Draug. This made me laugh too. Is that wrong? 🙂

  5. YES! Short and packs a punch. Love it!
    -Alicia Audrey

  6. KymmInBarcelona says:

    That first line is so creepily hilarious. Rah!

  7. Stephanie says:

    Great calm, pounding rhythm to this one.

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