Wednesday, April 16, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesday - Prized Possession

           “Where did you get that?” I asked the woman with the long red braid, eyeing the blaster in her hands. My blaster; modified to my exact specifications. There was none other like it, and I never let it out of my sight.
            “You gave it to me.” She raised an eyebrow. “Honestly, do you—“ She stopped as she realized what I was holding. “Scotty’s going to kill me,” she moaned.
            I’m Scotty!”
            “Not my Scotty.”
            The door opened.
            “What’s wrong, Ginge?”
            I stared. It was bad enough this girl had my gun. The man who entered had my face.


Today's Novel Idea Prompted by: "Today's Horoscope: Your prized possession will end up in someone else's hands." Courtesy of WonHundred Word Wednesday! Read the other responses: