Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Three Hundred and Seventy-Six

Gosh, he thought, she’s pretty. They never said she would be pretty. That made it more difficult.

It’s not hard to deal with a man, or one of the creatures that crawl out of the abyss. But the execution of a young and pretty woman wasn’t what he signed up for.

He watched her through the sight of his laser rifle, entranced by both her prettiness and her attitude as she sneered at the city. Too proud to allow himself to choke, he slowly tightened his finger on the trigger.


It was a comfort that she still looked pretty.

©jane jago

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