Haibun written for OLWG# 234
Not what I started out to write. Not at all what I’d had in mind. Not sure where this came from!
Donna extended her right arm, which moved the handgun closer to Ed. She closed her left eye and twisted her hand in an anticlockwise direction, then back.
For his part, Ed tried to make himself smaller. He hunched down in the straight back chair. His feet were off the floor, his knees as close to his ears as they could be. His erection had fled, his balls retracted to someplace deep inside his abdomen. His elbows were held tucked in tight against his torso. And the palms of his hands were up as he pled for life.
“Donna, please! You don’t want to do this. She doesn’t mean anything to me. I love you!”
“You do, Ed? You love me? You have a hell of a way of showing it.”
Ed stayed quiet, stayed still; there was nothing he could say, and he couldn’t get any smaller. Donna moved the pistol to her other hand and studied him. “I don’t believe you love me, Ed. I believe the only one you’re capable of loving is Ed. So you have a choice to make. You have to choose how this is going to end. Choose wisely, though; you can end up like her,” Donna waved the pistol towards Katy, who lay dead on the floor, “or you can walk away.” She shifted the weapon back to her right hand. “Go ahead then, Ed. Lie to me.”
Donna wiped her nose on her sleeve.
“What do you want from me, Donna?”
a difficult choice
Is there a right or a wrong?
breathe– take your best shot
This week’s prompts were:
- a jealous heart
- how’s it gonna end
- love this city