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RE: STACH Short Story Contest #16: 199 words, 10SBD prize pool!

in #contest7 years ago

She walked to the window and raised the curtain. The sun was out, the rays streamed in brilliantly and lighted up the previously dark room. It was past noon. She stared intensely at the rays like one who had never seen the sun shining. Uncle Bisi was fast asleep, snoring heavily and giving off a sound similar to Mama Shekinah's pigs when snorting. She thought about running away, but she knew her freedom would not be complete while his heart was still beating.
She walked over to his wardrobe, the same one he always opened to take out his whips and belts of mass destruction, which had continually wrecked havoc on her youthful body. She took out his gun, a glock 'safe action' pistol, the same one he had waved in the air several times in previous drunk states and threatened her with. She checked to see if it was loaded, sure enough, there were some slugs left in the Parabellum seventeen round magazine. Just like she had seen in the movies, she disabled the safety mechanism and sent two bullets flying into his bald head. No fear. No regrets. The deed was done. Now she could LIVE FREE.