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Flash Fiction: Gun

Heather was certain that she had hit her target; the yelp of pain had confirmed it. The icy path made it difficult for her to maneuver but she managed to get close enough to the edge to toss the gun over into the snow bank below.

She turned too quickly as the smirk went across her face and slipped on the ice. Grabbing hold of a branch she held on for dear life praying that she would not fall to her death in this horrid place.
What was her target? Will someone come along to rescue her or is she going to end up falling to her death?
This post comes in at 86 of the 100 word limit set by the M3 Blog for the “Boys and Their Toys” addition of the Flash in the Pan series.


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