I saw this picture and tried to write a short piece around it.
Trembling with frustration and barely repressed anger, he stares at her, fingers gripping tight hold of his jacket, as he struggles with himself, to not just grab hold of the slender woman and run like hell in the other direction. Out of sight of the men pursuing him, and get her to safety. “What the hell are you doing here?” the words come finally after she fixes him with bright and inquisitive eyes.
“I’m your back up.” she removes a well cared for Glock from her waist holster. He scoffs at the sight of the weapon, and her face darkens for a second. “What?”
“You ever fired that thing?” he laughs.
“Plenty of times. Particularly when I’m facing that especially terrifying creature,” she looks down, checking that the gun is fully loaded before meeting his eyes again. He can see no trace of the amusement that was there before. “The oversexed twenty something man,” He opens his mouth to attempt to retort, but doesn’t get the chance, she aims right at him, and he flinches, glad that his eyes are shielded by the sunglasses, so that she can’t see that he’s closed them. The shot rings out, deafening in the quiet stretch of desert, and a small part of him is surprised that he’s still alive, hearing a body drop behind him. He spins to see that she’s dropped one of his pursuers with a shot right in the centre of his chest. “Let’s go.” He follows her without question.
I'm a thirty something woman who lives in the north of England. I have been a writer for as long as I can remember, creating stories both written and verbal since childhood. While studying at Edge Hill College, I got several poems published by a small publisher in the USA, and in Europe. I have been part of several writing groups, and done quite a few courses in a attempt to hone my writing skills further. I love reading different genres of fiction, knowing that the best way to develop my own writing, and my vocabulary is by exposing myself to the different ways that other people choose to describe things.
The most recent writing course that I've been part of, run by a published author, included a exercise in which we were challenged to read things that we would never usually even look at.
It inspired me to take up a challenge. Namely to attempt to read at least one book by every author which is stocked in my local library. I soon realised that I was being far too ambitious, especially given the fact that every library rotates their stock too often for me to keep track.
I've decided to instead attempt to read a book every day, starting with a author whose surname begins with A, and ending with a author whose surname begins with Z. It doesn't matter what the topic of the book is, or if it's fiction or non fiction, everything is useful for me at the minute.
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