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The maniac

Or the idiot thief

By Some GuyPublished 3 years ago 1 min read

She could feel a cold sweat dripping down her spine. A gun in her face, being held by a maniac she knew she should never have trusted.

"it's me or you" The maniac spoke calmly. "And I'd rather it be you. A corpse can't speak baby"

She looked him up and down, realising that behind his calm exterior, there was a certain reluctance to pull the trigger.

"Would I be your first?" She asked, trying to secure her nerve. He was holding the bag of money in his hand. She saw him as he took his mask off. This idiot was supposed to keep his mask on whilst robbing a place.

"No" He answered with a heavy hesitation. She could see him beginning to pull the trigger. Well, if this was reluctantly it, at least she tried to stay alive. She didn't want to die, but she also didn't want to die shaking. Then suddenly; there was a BANG!

After being disorientated for a couple of seconds, she noticed that the maniac was gone. There was a bag and a gun on the floor. Realising now that she was still alive she decided to ignore the bag and walk away.

Microfiction

About the Creator

Some Guy

I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it

Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:

The gunslinger draws

His opponent does the same

oh dear, they both died

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