Thursday May 23rd 2013

Ol’ Betsy

Beretta 92FS (left)

His belittling was incessant. The worst names a woman can hear. Infractions spewed forth even while he chewed.

Oh, how she’d like to smash that face into his glop!

Sated, he stood up. His woman did too.

She watched them leave the restaurant.

Clutching the cold steel in her pocket, she was not far behind.

Photo credit: storem
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