Happy Valentines Day!
Here's that magic moment when my hero and heroine meet. Feel the love...
Daniel
looked down the barrel of the shotgun all set to blow his brains out and
grinned.
These
days even a gun toting, trigger-happy female was a delight to behold, and she
was perfect.
Sunlight
streamed in through the kitchen window, and she all but shone with it like an
angel or a princess or something; something a little overdue for a bath and a
lot on edge, but something real good just the same. The feeling of sweet relief
rushing through him near buckled his knees.
She
was tall and curvy and around thirty at a guess, uninfected and by far the best
thing he had ever seen in jeans and a t-shirt. Not even the dried blood
splatter on the wall behind her could diminish the picture she made.
Sadly,
his girl did not appear to share his joy.
I've now got a line from The Whitlams in my head: a gun-totin, trigger-happy tranny named Kinky Renee....
ReplyDeleteLove your work, Miss Kylie, and I promise the next comment will be more useful.
And they never do.
ReplyDeleteNice. A bit of blood splatter adds to the romance. =)
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