- Is an opening line: I hear the gun drop to the ground with a loud thump.
- Is a feeling: lost, incomplete, broken, disappointed,
- Is a single word: Hungry
- Is an image: A girl asleep in a bed, the sheets are rumpled and her cheeks are raw from tears.
- Is a reason: Write to give hope.
I hear the gun drop to the ground with a loud thump. The relief I feel is short lived as I notice that he's not the only one with a gun. His friend, accomplice, whatever criminals call themselves, he has a gun too and he's coming towards me, up the stairs. "Shit," I hear my husband moan. There is blood on his hands, from the wound in his shoulder where the first guy had shot him as my stupid, reckless husband had tried to disarm him. I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. I'm pregnant for christ sake, this stress is really not good for the baby. It could send me into labour for all I know, I'm due any day now and the thought of going into labour right now is terrifying. The first guy is knocked out on the floor and my husband is leaning against the wall, trying to get his breath back and desperately trying to control the bleeding. I will not let anyone hurt my family; I place a hand on my stomach protectively as I lunge for the gun, "I'm pregnant you bloody bastard," I shout angrily down the stairs towards the man with the gun as my fingers fall on the trigger, "get the fuck out my house." I shoot and the gun sends me flying back into my husbands arms. The noise is deafening, "did I get him?" I ask breathlessly.
My husband is looking down at me in shock, admiration, awe, I'm not sure what. "I'm not sure baby girl," he smiles, "he might have just fallen back in fear, you were pretty scary."
"True," he kisses me gently, "you had me cowering in my boots."
"You're being silly," I chastise him.
"I love you."
"I love you too," he tells me before passing out, just as I felt my waters break
"Fucking, holy shit!"
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