That last story, Beretta Ninety-Two, was a short story I scribbled up in English class, when I left the essay I was supposed to be working on in class at home. The teacher gave me a picture of a uniformed man on the ground, another man on the ground, and a man in black standing with a pistol in his hand. It inspired me to write this short story.
As usual, I'd like your opinions and questions, and your comments and critique, if you can give it.
Until we meet again! [insert evil laugh here]
~ Terri Freedom