Two shots in her chest and she fell on her back. I looked at her. Her blouse was half open, blood trickled down onto the carpet. Did she have to spoil the carpet with her death? I said loudly.
I looked at her in disgust, put my pistol back into my jacket and kicked her hard.
“Shit!” she shouted getting up. “Cut!” The director’s voice cursed loudly. “What the…”
“He kicked hard” she cut him short.
“I don’t care who kicked who. We start from the top” he said. Make up!” his shout echoed. I gave her an angry look.
(for the friday fictioneers)
Ouch. I can feel that kick…
hehe.. thanks for the comment
This made me chuckle. Nice one, Mo.
Thanks
Temperamental actors. Glad to have you aboard, Mo. If go to http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/friday-fictioneers-2/ you’ll find a Linkz tool. Little white tab with blue froggy face. If you click that it will instruct you on how to leave a thumbnail picture and your link.
Took me a while to find the link… added it
Great story…
Cool story – kind of a twist in the opposite direction, which was nice. I liked the descriptions at the beginning especially.
Very nice story with a great twist.
Thanks