“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.
♥/Kat!e
Today's
Novel Idea Prompted by: "Today's
Horoscope: Your prized possession will end up in someone else's hands."
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6 comments:
OH! THE TWISTS!!! Love it
That's awesome!! I love this.
Oh that was really cool!
Cool! Loved the ending! :)
Oh snap! Fun stuff. Loved the picture too.
Love it!!!
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