tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post1784263563399157527..comments2024-01-12T11:26:35.176-05:00Comments on Working Stiffs: Every Story Paints a PictureWorking Stiffshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03270595837074553752noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-4719035961870000102009-06-25T20:53:53.725-04:002009-06-25T20:53:53.725-04:00At the practice range, with the gun trained on a t...At the practice range, with the gun trained on a target, she’d felt strong. The weight of the gun in her hand and the jolt when she fired it boosted her self-confidence. She wouldn’t continue living like this. She didn’t deserve this. The kids didn’t deserve this. Tonight, she’d tell him. Things have to change. <br /><br />He might not be the brightest man, but even he’d see that she meant business. She allowed herself one more reassuring touch of the weapon. Oh, yes. He will take her seriously now.queenofmeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16488271353775981931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-41529435110785313422009-06-25T20:30:01.200-04:002009-06-25T20:30:01.200-04:00Excellent!
Where is everyone else. Come on guys. ...Excellent!<br /><br />Where is everyone else. Come on guys. The story isn't finished!Joyce Tremelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00498392016497131719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-62495961175628293182009-06-25T09:16:18.705-04:002009-06-25T09:16:18.705-04:00"Get real," Angie told herself. The gun..."Get real," Angie told herself. The gun was for self-protection only. Much as she might want to, she wouldn't blow him away unless he did something to deserve it. She checked her mirror and pulled back into traffic. And when he did, she would make certain it took place in public, with a lot of witnesses.<br /><br />"But not them," she amended, glancing into the back seat where her two children sat, secured in car seats. She would not kill him when the kids were there.Ginanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-9969557657093643472009-06-25T08:36:59.168-04:002009-06-25T08:36:59.168-04:00She let her hand drop to the passenger seat and sl...She let her hand drop to the passenger seat and slide under her jacket to feel to cool steel of the forty-four magnum Smith and Wesson.<br /><br />That bastard wouldn't get up this time. She'd seen the Dirty Harry films. The corners of her full lips curled, ever so slightly, at the thought of him begging her for mercy.Wilfred Bereswillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03019217952304685255noreply@blogger.com